Definitely. It could've been better, but it could've been worse.
Yeah, life's a roller-coaster, but now that my brain is addled with much less THC, it is time to downgrade Space Mountain into the teacup ride.
EDIT: ...For now, anyway.
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I think it all probably would've ended up better minus the vodka.
I told her I'd let her stay another three days if she made less than 0-sexual advances on me (at this point, it's fucking annoying and sad) and didn't bitch about the liquor store.
You know, this experience has left me with a keen knowledge that if an individual happens to have caller ID -- And doesn't know who the fuck it is that's calling them, because you deleted that # a while ago, for a damn good reason: Just let that shit ring.
In summation, everyone should have caller ID to make the world a safer place; for our children, and for our children's children. And for the sake of the future as we will know it.
So yeah, I woke up around four days ago and, today, I was talking to her -- And after telling her she needs to leave, she mentions that she got a ride out of the house because "she couldn't wake me up" and decided to head eight cities away, where she is currently located ...
..But her laundry of manic holy-wtf-cannot-stop-buying-shit 500lb. briefcases of any and all of her clothing are still here..
I very politely explained to her that I didn't really have the desire, for some reason, to drive my Chevy into several baby carriages, trees ... and what should be bright neon traffic cones I will probably be envisioning from the mindfuckery that has occurred. She was nice about it and said, "Sorry I couldn't hear you -- Is it okay if you speed down I-95 at around, you know, 350MPH so that you deliver my schizophrenic amount of shit I left at your house? Thanks, honey -- I need you there in about 3 minutes because I'm headed to. A. Party."
I think something about my response to the aforementioned was convincing enough that she'll be returning later to retrieve her personal belongings.
Now, once this shit is finally settled, what is the coolest, most awesome way to use the most dangerous of explosive devices in order to detonate my cell phone ... I want a mushroom cloud and ≈ a 50-mile blast radius of radioactive Verizon telephone, legally?
She was eager for a face-fapping. In her eyes. Ejaculated from gigantic robot cock lasers.
You could even do the ever-famous Methais' "double-inverted, nosebone-Indy-nosebone Goatse-2girls1cup-ratemysyphilisinfectedscrotum.com," with a twist of Lemonparty, on this particular woman ... and it wouldn't be enough to punish the kind of stupidity she is possessed by right now.
you should post her picture
I got a really nice close-up:
http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/4589/women.png
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You can see a small portion of her left toe under either purse #5 or #5000. I forgot.