So I fly to Connecticut because my father is sick and in need of surgery. And while I'm here, dealing with this, what happens?
Oh, does that look bad? Let's take a look at the close-up.
I know I have a history of bad language on this blog, but seriously? Seriously? Fuck me.
According to my roommate, the water is around 3 feet deep. Our landlord dropped off a canoe. The rain stopped this morning, but the water is a few inches from getting into the house. And it will keep rising even after the rain has stopped.
My friends are trying to mount a rescue effort while I sit here, 5,000 miles away, unable to shake the feeling that I'm screwed.
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Currently residing in Anchorage, Alaska.
Life in the far north is not always all it's cracked up to be. I can't see Russia from here, but that's probably because of the ice fog.
Life in the far north is not always all it's cracked up to be. I can't see Russia from here, but that's probably because of the ice fog.
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Damn. You need a couple more inches of gravel in your driveway.
Maybe it will dry out.
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