The titles need less exclamation points and more cursing, damnit
This is an email conversation between TG and myself two Fridays ago, when we had some of the worst rain/flooding ever seen in this area. I’m pretty sure he knew it would show up here at some point. Almost every time we see each other these days he asks at least once, “Are you blogging this?” (Sometimes he wants the answer to yes because he thinks we’ve hit upon something incredibly funny and “us”. Sometimes he grabs my hand, kisses it, and says, “bless you” when the answer is no.)
It took me two hours to get home that day and my condo was in pretty bad shape, but the roof was supposedly fixed yesterday. I’ll believe it after the next rain.
It is mainly work that is causing me to not have any new words. Hopefully I’ll get some time this weekend.
To: TG
From: Jessica
DUDE. It is RAINING in the HALLWAY and my neighbor’s CUBICLE. I am
on the first floor of a 2-story building. I also feel the need to YELL because this morning’s MEETING was PAINFUL. Poor Coworker stopped by to VENT and all I could do was laugh
because I HAVE GIVEN UP.
Perhaps Jack Bauer could show up and fix everything. Or kill me.
To: Jessica
From: TG
Damn Florida and their need to build sprawling flat-roof buildings.
I only hope your condo’s roof is faring better.
Jack Bauer does not sleep. He lurks. And waits
To: TG
From: Jessica
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HAD NOT THOUGHT OF MY CONDO WHY DID YOU SAY CONDO???????????
I need:
a drink
House
another drink
Jack Bauer
some fun-yuns
To: Jessica
From: TG
Sorry. I figured that’d be the FIRST thing that occurred to you.
Now, as always, I feel like the fucking asshole.
Then again, House would’ve brought up the condo too….
To: TG
From: Jessica
Aw, you don’t really feel like an asshole, do you? Because you
shouldn’t. I should be kissing your ass that I know someone who will
remind me of important things that really should not fall into my “out
of sight, out of mind” category.
Which is kinda everything. I so suck at being an adult.
House would have informed me of all the killer mold that is festering
in my ceiling, waiting to kill me. He would have described it in
detail until I either 1) slapped him or 2) cried. Either is probably
foreplay.
To: Jessica
From: TG
“probably” foreplay? HA.
The storm is RIGHT. OVERHEAD. Nice. Loud. Clouds go boom.
house would have slapped back.
Jessica in Progress (for the love of fuck)
I don’t think it gets much better than that.