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[phosfate]

Spent Easter doing my taxes, then finally went to see V for SIX BUCKS FOR A MATINEE TICKET OH MY FUCKING GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME Vendetta. Dopier version of the comic, but still big fun. Sad because what with the bastard politicians, Stephen Fry, massive explosions, and vicious bloodletting, Mom would've liked it a lot. Especially the molesting Bishop.

Then the kitchen faucet broke. Like, literally broke, with the metal (at the crotch, if a faucet can be said to have one) starting to crack open. Fourth visit from Greens Furnace and Plumbing in a month (toilet, faucet, thermostat, other end of faucet). Happily, since I always pay them immediately, they drop whatever they're doing and come. Always pay your plumber, gang.

Well, this one they may have to wait a couple weeks for, but even so.

Comments

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

Yup. But they blew up Parliament good. Viking funeral and all that. Always make nice with the plumbers 'cause they can make your life better or really miserable. (What! You can't fix my toliet for two weeks!)

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean. Six bucks, Jeasus.

Next time, just take your mom with, in your purse. I think nice dead ladies in tins get in for free, so it'll make up a little for the price of *your* ticket. Once you get into the movie, you can set her tin up all comfy on the seat next to you, and if she's not enjoying the movie, she can just go back into your purse and snooze.

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

:sniff: The mention of your mom got me all sad for a second. Hi, Ann's Mom, wherever you are!