Shiet week and dead fish

hey

so check out the shitty week i had: you know my new mac laptop i just bought for 1500$? yeah, the hard drive failed. lost everything. lost my cell phone. lost my snowpants and seasons pass. lost my 120$ LRG hoodie. lost my Uproject hoodie. Have no hoodies left. Lost my rock climbing helmet. lost my cool hat. and check out the reason:

a cleverly executed pre-emptive karmic strike. So here we go:

its friday, our roomate ****** is leaving until monday. ****** is a slob. who cant pee in a toilet. i was sick of cleaning up his piss, so we decided to fuck with him. our other roomie, *** had caught a 2 lb bass earlier on in the year, and it was in the freezer. It still had all the guts in it. We have the key to ******'s room, so we went in (me, *****, and ****) and put the fish behind his mini fridge. the plan was to let it stink up his room then go in and take it out, leaving no evidence.

well. saturday afternoon, the fetid (is that a word?) stench was nothing short of awesome. just approacing his door caused your innards to clench and your head to pound. it was the stench of death. and it was bad.

so i decide to take the fish out, cause theres still a day and a half before ****** gets back, and his room and clothes would stink forever. So i ask ***** for the key. ..... ***** lost the key. we spend the afternoon searching for it, and try to credit card his room, which works on other doors in our house, but theres 2 screws getting in the way of the cards. we try everything, from small strips of beer cans stacked on top of each other to my movie gallery card. its not working. i can feel that the latch is almost open, so i think if i kick in the door, the moulding on the inside will split and we could fix it. I was wrong. the doorknob pulled through the door. oh man, inside his room was the nastiets, foulest, rankest stench ive ever, ever experienced. we grab the fish, open the window, and huck it into the snow, trailing drops of fish blood across his room. i chose the lesser of 2 evils by kicking in his door, saving his room and clothes from the stench of fish. so we tried valiently to fix the door, and achieved 80% of normal the door works, its a lil ugly, but it still locks and opens.

the worst part of this story? i went outside to fix the cargo net in our backyard (***** jumped out of the tree and snapped the webbing... and as i was repairing it, guess what i see lying in the snow.

yup, the fuckin key! arrrghghghghghghghghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so my karma is so instant that it was preemptive.

im starting a new week now, and i told ****** the truth. he was suprisingly cool about it. thanking me for not letting it get too bad.

thought id share.

cheers guys

shawn