"You should blog about how annoying you are, because now I have to reset everything in my house so you can blog," said Ned, who is a crabby person.
I'm at Ned's, using my laptop, and in case you're thinking, "June never mentions her laptop. June never vomits at home," the reason I never mention my laptop is I don't have one, but I have a work one that I took home because I have to work this weekend. I had to log onto Ned's Wi-Fi, which was a lot less sexy than it sounds, and apparently I broke his Internet.
Yes, I have to work a little this weekend. If you were a careful reader, you'd know I am a pyrotechnician, and that this is the biggest week of my year. Man, do I love setting off the 'works.
Ned lives downtown, right in the heart of things, and since last night there's been a band playing on a makeshift stage approximately one inch from his bedroom window. We are headed back to my house soon, for obvious reasons.
Earlier today, Ned and I were making out, and Ned stopped in the middle of everything. "Are you listening to what they're playing right now?" Obviously I am compelling and fascinating to kiss.
"They're playing Billy Jo McAllister and his Tallahatchee Bridge," said Ned, who have I mentioned is clearly swept away by my prowess?
Why would you play that at a 4th of July celebration, anyway? How is that a song? Happy 4th! We're independent! Suicide!
Anyway, in case you were wondering, I only have the one cat, still, with half an eye. One cat, half an eye; two dogs, many eyes.
Everyone in the copyediting department in my part of work has glasses. The other day someone asked me to look something over. "It's already been looked at once," the person said. "Yeah, but it's good to get an 8th set of eyes on it," I said and then I bought one of those broken-in-half heart necklaces and wore both sides. Am incomplete without own self.
I gotta go, mostly because I have to pee, but I feel very Carrie Bradshaw right now, laptopping on Ned's bed. Which once again sounds way sexier than it is.
Hope you have an explosive 4th. Try not to blow off any of your parts. Ned just came in and said to tell you all reconnecting his modem was easier than he thought it'd be. Ned is now an IT expert. Then he mentioned the current band that's playing, and clearly he is obsessed with these bands, just because we could open the window and chuck them all under the chin. Geez.
