You'd think in such a small household as ours that I'd get at least some time during the week in which the house is totally empty. There's just something about a nice empty house that I crave.
It used to happen often in the apartment in China. You'd think that there would be at least one small hour or so during the week where everyone leaves the house and I'm left as its sole (gleeful) inhabitant.
Its not what you think. Please leave the creepy mental pictures at this dot.
What I know is that it never happens. It's been a rumor circulated by the other beings residing here that if they left me alone in the house, anything could happen.
I could hypothetically: Use all computers in the house at once, then find and spend all money available, also watch millions of movies, and perhaps the dreaded leave the doors unlocked and 'let bastards in.'
In my defense, when one person is left at my house, they usually get a to-do list of massive proportions.
I would realistically: Use all cleaning machines in the house at once, then find and use all available sponges on all surfaces available, also wash dishes, and perhaps as well the dreaded kitchen 'deep clean.'
Yesterday quite by chance, everyone cleared out. I was so surprised at this that I forgot to do all my deeds of destruction. By the time I'd formulated a plan and begun it, the van rolled back into the driveway.
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Its completely the opposite at my house, on the slim chance someone else apart from me is at home, I spend a large amount of time trying to get rid of them.
Because like all well adjusted 18 year olds, I hate human interaction.
The story sound similiar to me..I always am the person to volunteer to stay home, well sort of. And i always end up with this huge job list to do. And of course, I will wait for the last day or last hour to do the whole job list.Who wouldn't?
At least I get the whole house for myself, games , chatting watching movies, sports, eating whenever i want etc....And usually I do most of those at the same time.
whenever dad tells me not to 'not let any bastards in,' I always assure him i won't let him in when he gets back.
Ho ho.
but i don't mean to be mean.
You're so cute, Lisa. Where do you get all these pics of yourself. You always look gorgeous.
Hmmm.
How can i turn this to my favour.
(And make Lisa look bad)
Ah,
Lisa FORCES me to take photographs of her so that she can scatter them all over, making hornballs of all men.
--those horny devils
Steffane, theres nothing i can do about that. It's between you and it.
Whats has the title have to do with anything in this post?
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