Climbing the walls

So I am stuck inside for the second day after having my friends bail on me. Me and Jesse didn't go apartment hunting yesterday because he had to wait for someone who, it turns out, was never coming. And today, Woodson has to do homework and cannot work on the manga.

Bah.

But I talked to Viola, she thinks that she might be transferring to Cal State SM, down here, but she doesn't want to live at home. While talking to her about how much it costs to live I mentioned that she could sleep in a sleeping bag in a corner of my room for about $100 and she could be my live-in sextoy maid.

She stated that she would fear getting molested in her sleep. I told her that we would stay up all night talking like a never-ending slumber party. I picture something like this:

"Sharon, what is that buzzing noise?"
"Uh, it's nothing, shut up."
"Jez, could you at least stop the bed from squeaking?"
"Do you have any WD40 on you? No, i didn't think so. Didn't I tell you to stop talking?"
"I am sleeping in the living room."
"Tell Woodson hi."
fwapfwapfwapfwap
"Damnit."

Good times, good times.

Also, this link is about as work safe as ass-less chaps. But, that thing she is wearing is hot.