Matt Cavanaugh (pray_in_bullets) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-18 13:48:00 |
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Current mood: | hungry |
Current music: | No One Dreams Anyway :: Kill Hannah |
You can't feed him steel and no one likes his ideas.
Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Harry Potter.
What: The weirdest pair ever to share a house hang out in their underwear, drink beer, and shout "FWOAR" at passing college girls. Really. I would never lie to you.
When: 16 April
Where: London
Rating: Unknown as yet.
Matt wandered into the kitchen of the very weird house his only slightly less strange housemate had, apparently, inherited from someone very wealthy (and probably mad, he always added, but that was the architecture of London for you) and stuck his head into the fridge, debating whether to commit suicide by frighteningly-decayed lettuce - it was starting to stay green at the middle, and he had a private bet on that he could keep it there until it turned into goo - or, you know, figure out something to eat.
The lettuce, he reflected, looking at it, was really a good diet aid. Also, it smelled.
But embracing the skank as a lifestyle was something Matt had done a long, long time ago, and he merely grinned at the lettuce before pulling out a Camembert cheese and a bottle of beer. A sandwich, he thought, would be very nice, particularly if it was just bread and cheese, but there might be other things around to put on it.
"Harry!" The shout made something rattle in the cupboard and he swore, turning to find out what it was - the last time, it'd been someone's antique candy dish, and it had been less than awesome when it fell out, nearly onto Matt's head, the next time he opened the cupboard. "Want lunch?"