God...Does it REALLY Take THAT long....?
SO...
I leave work yesterday on a cloud. I stop off and toast myself with solemnity and relief with a shot of Doctors, followed by a Stoli, Soda and Bitters w/a lemon and a round of Trivia. I then proceed to Maureen's place.
Where she had purchased some Sage for me from The Whole Foods Co-OP.
We then got out some books from her vast library on space-cleansing.
We got the Feng Shui, Wiccan and Native American skinny on cleansing the bad juju down there.
She's got all, the bowls, the sea salt, the sage the bells, the leaves, the petals...we were ready to DO IT UP!
-Get all chanty wid'it.
She was going to change and meet me at home.
I arrive to find all their crap just sitting in a pile in the living room and the yapping frickin' Chihuahua!
I'd given them 2 EXTRA hours and they still hadn't left.
It's like they just wont cut me a break.
I nearly flip out. I have every right to go to the Sherrif's office and have their shiet impounded....but
what good what that do?
It would just be more screaming and ugly scenes and I was already so DAMN tired.
SO...I told crack had, sketchling pile of stuff guard to CALL HIM AND TELL HIM...
"ONE HOUR!" PERIOD.
This of course dragged into 5. They were finally out and gone as of Midnight.
*head shake*
Naturally, there's...."just one more load in the garage."
I wanted to just SHRIEK....but just poured another in a series of Sky Vodka and Cranberry/Seven Up cocktails...(I was out of lemon and further annoyed)
and thought about how I had gotten 3/4ths of that shit out in the back yard in an hour and a half by myself...on the 27th of January...
(yeah...that was the fun story that proceeded the legal EVICTION...which was a month and three weeks AFTER I had given him notice...I'm SO not being nice ever again, by the way.)
The events of the last three years have eviscerated any trace of trust I ever had.
I can believe people...but I can't trust them.
I'm just a broken guy now, period.
At some point I went got my turntable from Kenny the Needle Doctor as Jarvass has apparently gone-a missing! and neglected to pick them back up after bringing it in to get new cords on it the First Frickin week of January. GGGrrr.
Another 40 Bucks I didn't have or expect.
It's been ready for like a month and a half.
OY!
SO I went back to the bar, naturally and had a few more while visiting with Dick and watching some comedy clips...
then it was a really odd thing....some annoying very odd and very loud leather dykes came in and started paddling and loudly humiliating some weird gay men...really REALLY hard. It was more like extremely poor theater than anything else...it was just loud.
I left. I saw the full moon and understood the day a bit better.
I returned to my house and walked around the lower unit, surprised and almost grateful that it's not as BEYOND repair as I thought.
One room needs one wall to be sheet rocked, the rest needs mud and tape and paint...and I need a toilet seat?! Yes, they took the toilet seat?
(I don't understand that...I'm not surprised, or concerned by it, I just don't understand it.)
It needs a little TLC, a dash of the elbow grease to get it rentable...but it's seriously NOT (wood knocking) as trashed as I thought.
So with that thought...I need to get 3 new door locks, a toilet seat, 3 pieces of sheet rock, some mud and tape, and my keg I've ordered and I have about 80$ till next Wednesday...it's gonna be rough...but I'm on it!
Trudged upstairs, bathed and went to sleep around 3.
You've been slogging through it all, with me.
Imattv!
I leave work yesterday on a cloud. I stop off and toast myself with solemnity and relief with a shot of Doctors, followed by a Stoli, Soda and Bitters w/a lemon and a round of Trivia. I then proceed to Maureen's place.
Where she had purchased some Sage for me from The Whole Foods Co-OP.
We then got out some books from her vast library on space-cleansing.
We got the Feng Shui, Wiccan and Native American skinny on cleansing the bad juju down there.
She's got all, the bowls, the sea salt, the sage the bells, the leaves, the petals...we were ready to DO IT UP!
-Get all chanty wid'it.
She was going to change and meet me at home.
I arrive to find all their crap just sitting in a pile in the living room and the yapping frickin' Chihuahua!
I'd given them 2 EXTRA hours and they still hadn't left.
It's like they just wont cut me a break.
I nearly flip out. I have every right to go to the Sherrif's office and have their shiet impounded....but
what good what that do?
It would just be more screaming and ugly scenes and I was already so DAMN tired.
SO...I told crack had, sketchling pile of stuff guard to CALL HIM AND TELL HIM...
"ONE HOUR!" PERIOD.
This of course dragged into 5. They were finally out and gone as of Midnight.
*head shake*
Naturally, there's...."just one more load in the garage."
I wanted to just SHRIEK....but just poured another in a series of Sky Vodka and Cranberry/Seven Up cocktails...(I was out of lemon and further annoyed)
and thought about how I had gotten 3/4ths of that shit out in the back yard in an hour and a half by myself...on the 27th of January...
(yeah...that was the fun story that proceeded the legal EVICTION...which was a month and three weeks AFTER I had given him notice...I'm SO not being nice ever again, by the way.)
The events of the last three years have eviscerated any trace of trust I ever had.
I can believe people...but I can't trust them.
I'm just a broken guy now, period.
At some point I went got my turntable from Kenny the Needle Doctor as Jarvass has apparently gone-a missing! and neglected to pick them back up after bringing it in to get new cords on it the First Frickin week of January. GGGrrr.
Another 40 Bucks I didn't have or expect.
It's been ready for like a month and a half.
OY!
SO I went back to the bar, naturally and had a few more while visiting with Dick and watching some comedy clips...
then it was a really odd thing....some annoying very odd and very loud leather dykes came in and started paddling and loudly humiliating some weird gay men...really REALLY hard. It was more like extremely poor theater than anything else...it was just loud.
I left. I saw the full moon and understood the day a bit better.
I returned to my house and walked around the lower unit, surprised and almost grateful that it's not as BEYOND repair as I thought.
One room needs one wall to be sheet rocked, the rest needs mud and tape and paint...and I need a toilet seat?! Yes, they took the toilet seat?
(I don't understand that...I'm not surprised, or concerned by it, I just don't understand it.)
It needs a little TLC, a dash of the elbow grease to get it rentable...but it's seriously NOT (wood knocking) as trashed as I thought.
So with that thought...I need to get 3 new door locks, a toilet seat, 3 pieces of sheet rock, some mud and tape, and my keg I've ordered and I have about 80$ till next Wednesday...it's gonna be rough...but I'm on it!
Trudged upstairs, bathed and went to sleep around 3.
You've been slogging through it all, with me.
Imattv!