yesterday was a funny day
i moved straight into the new apartment when i got back, but the problem was that i didn't have the keys to get in. my teacher mailed the keys to sunshine while i was gone and the plan was, that he meets me at the airport so that i can get into my new apartment. so far so good.
fear not, even a plan this simple can be fucked up, when the ever so powerful and sneaky mr. murphy comes along.
i rock up at the airport at 5am, 40+ hrs of travelling behind me, tired as fuck. i message sunshine straight away to let him know, that i have arrived and everything's ok. i start to worry a bit when he doesn't reply and 15 mins later i message him again saying "pls tell me that you are not still asleep in your bed..." again, no reply. fuck. after another 15 mins i call him up, just to hear a sleepy "mmmmmh... yeah?" after letting the phone ring for ages. apparently he had set the alarm early as fuck and no doubt killed it as soon as it went off. heh.
he appeared at the airport abt 20 mins later, hangover as fuck (and of course looking good enough to eat - like, we're talking shit hot here). poor lil thing. and - as you prolly already guessed - without the bloody keys. so there we go, catching a cab to newtown to get the keys and then to my new place at potts point.
even tho (or maybe because) i was more tired than i have ever been before, all this was just funny as fuck and i didn't get pissy at all. all i did was giggle my arse off at the things that were fucking up. good times.
he did cook me brekky to make up tho. and a good brekky it was. very good. heh.
i went to bed sometime around 7-8pm and slept for the next 14 hrs. ...tho i sorta remember talking on the phone several times while being totally fucken out of it, but i have no idea who with or if i just dreamed it. maybe i should check my phone.
fear not, even a plan this simple can be fucked up, when the ever so powerful and sneaky mr. murphy comes along.
i rock up at the airport at 5am, 40+ hrs of travelling behind me, tired as fuck. i message sunshine straight away to let him know, that i have arrived and everything's ok. i start to worry a bit when he doesn't reply and 15 mins later i message him again saying "pls tell me that you are not still asleep in your bed..." again, no reply. fuck. after another 15 mins i call him up, just to hear a sleepy "mmmmmh... yeah?" after letting the phone ring for ages. apparently he had set the alarm early as fuck and no doubt killed it as soon as it went off. heh.
he appeared at the airport abt 20 mins later, hangover as fuck (and of course looking good enough to eat - like, we're talking shit hot here). poor lil thing. and - as you prolly already guessed - without the bloody keys. so there we go, catching a cab to newtown to get the keys and then to my new place at potts point.
even tho (or maybe because) i was more tired than i have ever been before, all this was just funny as fuck and i didn't get pissy at all. all i did was giggle my arse off at the things that were fucking up. good times.
he did cook me brekky to make up tho. and a good brekky it was. very good. heh.
i went to bed sometime around 7-8pm and slept for the next 14 hrs. ...tho i sorta remember talking on the phone several times while being totally fucken out of it, but i have no idea who with or if i just dreamed it. maybe i should check my phone.
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