CityGrl
Time for a nap
I had just gone upstairs to download songs to my iPod and read a book when someone knocks at my door at 8:45 PM (grrr). Well, dumbazz that I am, I worry it's my landlord and go downstairs to find a door-to-door solicitor selling candy bars to fund his education ($9800 a semester...he'd better start selling more than candy bars).
Isn't 8:45 REAAAAAAAAAALLLY late to be knocking on doors? Needless to say, he walked away empty-handed from my house. Get a job, or something.