Heather becomes Foamy and Rants.
This to be sung to the tune of Eric Carmans: "Kyles mom is a big fat bitch:"
My landladys a evil bitch
My landladys an evil bitch
She's a bitch she's a bitch she's a bitch bitch bitch
Whaaaaaaaaaaat crawed up her ass and died?
Lyrical and poetic, is it not? I almost called her with an outburst, but luckily my friend Michael fed me cocktails and talked me down. What would you do if you had to move from a place you loved, to a place with no ammenities, and out door bathroom shanty, and no real kitchen, and the very day after you get moved in, you landlady lets herself in while you are gone, surveys your mess and box of sex toys and calls you at work to tell you A) (in snotty tone) you have too much stuff (well no shit, lady!) B) You're going to have to move everything out of the closet, that has no bar because they havn't gotten around to that and C) you'll have to move everything out of your "bathroom" so they can work on it "some time this week." Why I ask, when there is a whole huge rest of the house that they can work on, would they just now begin In my space, that I have paid rent for? What if she keeps going in, and looking at my stuff? FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK this and Fuuuuuuuuck her. Michael said "don't play her games' but I'm not sure how to tell them to just leave my fucking room alone. They are under this HUGE delusion of grandure that they will finish the entire house in one month before they head off galavanting in Europe for a month to see a fucking sailboat race, and that it will all be done. Thats not possible, unless they hire out the work right now, call more professionals. But somehow, she really believes it will happen. I'm not enjoying being in the middle of it. She should be fucking happy to have a good renter like me.
Anyway. I havn't posted on here in forever. A brief update:
Put ad in paper the other day for housesitting position (pray for me!)
Tony came for a week and it was wonderful and after he worked on his brothers house for 4 days, we went to kona and did Kona stuff: went on a boat to Kealakekua bay for snorkling, went to 67 beach, oh, I had the perfect day that sunday (without tony) my sorong and towl became estrogen blankets on the beach and whales breached and Lulu Meow invited me to her tomatoe farm and I went to the worlds greatest potluck and have been sucked into wonderfulness (when I'm over on that side that is.) Anyway, Tony's visit was very nice, but too short, and his leaving made me very depressed...
On March 8th, my mom is coming out here , and two days later my dad joins us for a week of me being Big Island Tour Guide. Should be fun. Directly after that I'm flying out to St. Louis to see Tomber and others and driving to KC to work on colllege portfolio and see some friends there.
In April, the Big Island is hosting the reagional burning man: Rebirth. I'm doing publicity for Kona side, and photography during the event, I'm pretty exited about this, it's going to be big and crazy.
Right now I'm doing a dream sit: one two year old girl, who's asleep most of the time, and I am forced to hang out in this $2000.00 per night resedentual home at Hualalai and watch 25 movie channels on the big screen. I wonder if they would notice if I moved in?
My landladys a evil bitch
My landladys an evil bitch
She's a bitch she's a bitch she's a bitch bitch bitch
Whaaaaaaaaaaat crawed up her ass and died?
Lyrical and poetic, is it not? I almost called her with an outburst, but luckily my friend Michael fed me cocktails and talked me down. What would you do if you had to move from a place you loved, to a place with no ammenities, and out door bathroom shanty, and no real kitchen, and the very day after you get moved in, you landlady lets herself in while you are gone, surveys your mess and box of sex toys and calls you at work to tell you A) (in snotty tone) you have too much stuff (well no shit, lady!) B) You're going to have to move everything out of the closet, that has no bar because they havn't gotten around to that and C) you'll have to move everything out of your "bathroom" so they can work on it "some time this week." Why I ask, when there is a whole huge rest of the house that they can work on, would they just now begin In my space, that I have paid rent for? What if she keeps going in, and looking at my stuff? FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK this and Fuuuuuuuuck her. Michael said "don't play her games' but I'm not sure how to tell them to just leave my fucking room alone. They are under this HUGE delusion of grandure that they will finish the entire house in one month before they head off galavanting in Europe for a month to see a fucking sailboat race, and that it will all be done. Thats not possible, unless they hire out the work right now, call more professionals. But somehow, she really believes it will happen. I'm not enjoying being in the middle of it. She should be fucking happy to have a good renter like me.
Anyway. I havn't posted on here in forever. A brief update:
Put ad in paper the other day for housesitting position (pray for me!)
Tony came for a week and it was wonderful and after he worked on his brothers house for 4 days, we went to kona and did Kona stuff: went on a boat to Kealakekua bay for snorkling, went to 67 beach, oh, I had the perfect day that sunday (without tony) my sorong and towl became estrogen blankets on the beach and whales breached and Lulu Meow invited me to her tomatoe farm and I went to the worlds greatest potluck and have been sucked into wonderfulness (when I'm over on that side that is.) Anyway, Tony's visit was very nice, but too short, and his leaving made me very depressed...
On March 8th, my mom is coming out here , and two days later my dad joins us for a week of me being Big Island Tour Guide. Should be fun. Directly after that I'm flying out to St. Louis to see Tomber and others and driving to KC to work on colllege portfolio and see some friends there.
In April, the Big Island is hosting the reagional burning man: Rebirth. I'm doing publicity for Kona side, and photography during the event, I'm pretty exited about this, it's going to be big and crazy.
Right now I'm doing a dream sit: one two year old girl, who's asleep most of the time, and I am forced to hang out in this $2000.00 per night resedentual home at Hualalai and watch 25 movie channels on the big screen. I wonder if they would notice if I moved in?