Tuesday morning thinking...
Kevin Costner, how much you have done to hang my head. First Dragonfly, but I won't succumb to watching Robin Hood, Prince of Theives, I promise you that much. Guilty pleasures in watching Bull Durham, though. And what were you thinking about, teaming up with Ashton Kutcher?
Leon's sent two young bucks to heft an old dryer out of the apartment, and bring in the first new appliance I've ever had. Granted, my sister paid for it. I'm sure, that if she's out of Native Housing before the dryer kicks, she'll be putting it in the U-Haul too, but I've probably got better than a 50% chance that it's mine for the long run. I've been living in Native Housing too long it seems... young bucks indeed.
The one young buck who stayed inside while waiting for the other to fetch a screwdriver from the van seriously checked out my apartment. It was a little uncomfortable, actually, as it was complete in its usual disarray. Socks, Barbies, and last night's dishes all piled on the coffee table, hanging spiderwebs from the ceiling, and a very dusty television in the corner.
And the papers! I am, in no more than 15 minutes, about to get rid of the half tonne of paper products that litter my computer desk and every other surrounding flat surface. Newspapers, play drafts, bills from french canadian collection agents. Alors!
He was cute, the Leon's delivery guy, that is, but I could tell that he knew that my messiness extended into the bedroom, too. He had that knowing look in his eye as he checked out the livingroom and hallway that led in that direction.
Checked it out, indeed.