I got a lot of shit to say today. Just a warning...
Apparently I found a place to live, but the guy I'm supposed to pay had to leave town on Thursday and I haven't heard from him. I'm gonna stay in this big 5 bedroom house with a bunch of raver kids apparently. The rent is a little more than I wanted to pay, but I get a whole floor of the house to myself. Maybe I can get someone to move into the other room and ease the rent duties.
Anyway, I'm sure I'm gonna be exposed to a lot more drug use than I should be. I know these kids already and there not junkies, but they like to be high, and do it whenever they can. I mean I'm no prude, I've even been known to flirt with Mary Jane in social settings, but that's about as hardcore as I get. No X, no shrooms, no cough syrup(?) no acid, that's just not my bag. Apparently I've got junkie genes, so I don't even want to take the chances. I guess I'll just have to get use to resisting peer pressure a lot more. Of course I'm sure my cousin will want to hang out at my place quite a bit now.
Anyway, I hope I can get in contact with this guy and start to move in by Wednesday at least.
My stepdad came up to my job to confront me about why I haven't called my mother since I left my grandmothers house. Well I have a couple things to say about that... 1) you all told me to get out. 2) it's not like this is the longest period of time that we've gone without speaking 3) I told you all I'd talk to you when I got ready to before I left 4) I don't particularly enjoy the feelings I get when we do talk... and most of all 5)PHYSICALLY ASSAULTING ME IS NOT GONNA INCREASE THE CHANCES OF ME WANTING TO TALK!!!!!!!
I'm not one to talk a lot of shit and I don't make threats, but it took all of my restraint not to turn the encounter into an all out brawl. I'm not saying I could have whupped his ass, but I keep a boxcutter in my back pocket 95% of the time at work. I'm sure he must not know. At any rate, I'm gonna let the cops handle it this time. Why does my life have to be so much like a made for TV movie?
Whatever, I'll deal with them when I get good and ready to.
Anyway, I think I'm actually going to compose that list of top 5 girls I've met while living out of my car. I know it's pretty childish, but I think if I put it all down in one place, I may begin to see a pattern in the type of women I'm attracted to. (Or maybe someone else can point it out for me.) Not that I'm actually trying to pursue all or any of these females, but it's really all about self discovery I guess. Plus I'm sure it would make for an interesting read.
Hopefully the next time I update it will be from my new pad. Stay tuned for details about the impending housewarming party. I've got some special ideas planned. Not that any of you will show up, but I'm thinking about ways to make this a cool blowout and I'm open for more suggestions.
Apparently I found a place to live, but the guy I'm supposed to pay had to leave town on Thursday and I haven't heard from him. I'm gonna stay in this big 5 bedroom house with a bunch of raver kids apparently. The rent is a little more than I wanted to pay, but I get a whole floor of the house to myself. Maybe I can get someone to move into the other room and ease the rent duties.
Anyway, I'm sure I'm gonna be exposed to a lot more drug use than I should be. I know these kids already and there not junkies, but they like to be high, and do it whenever they can. I mean I'm no prude, I've even been known to flirt with Mary Jane in social settings, but that's about as hardcore as I get. No X, no shrooms, no cough syrup(?) no acid, that's just not my bag. Apparently I've got junkie genes, so I don't even want to take the chances. I guess I'll just have to get use to resisting peer pressure a lot more. Of course I'm sure my cousin will want to hang out at my place quite a bit now.
Anyway, I hope I can get in contact with this guy and start to move in by Wednesday at least.
My stepdad came up to my job to confront me about why I haven't called my mother since I left my grandmothers house. Well I have a couple things to say about that... 1) you all told me to get out. 2) it's not like this is the longest period of time that we've gone without speaking 3) I told you all I'd talk to you when I got ready to before I left 4) I don't particularly enjoy the feelings I get when we do talk... and most of all 5)PHYSICALLY ASSAULTING ME IS NOT GONNA INCREASE THE CHANCES OF ME WANTING TO TALK!!!!!!!
I'm not one to talk a lot of shit and I don't make threats, but it took all of my restraint not to turn the encounter into an all out brawl. I'm not saying I could have whupped his ass, but I keep a boxcutter in my back pocket 95% of the time at work. I'm sure he must not know. At any rate, I'm gonna let the cops handle it this time. Why does my life have to be so much like a made for TV movie?
Whatever, I'll deal with them when I get good and ready to.
Anyway, I think I'm actually going to compose that list of top 5 girls I've met while living out of my car. I know it's pretty childish, but I think if I put it all down in one place, I may begin to see a pattern in the type of women I'm attracted to. (Or maybe someone else can point it out for me.) Not that I'm actually trying to pursue all or any of these females, but it's really all about self discovery I guess. Plus I'm sure it would make for an interesting read.
Hopefully the next time I update it will be from my new pad. Stay tuned for details about the impending housewarming party. I've got some special ideas planned. Not that any of you will show up, but I'm thinking about ways to make this a cool blowout and I'm open for more suggestions.
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You need to get one of those blackjack personal beating devices. Cops in teh forties and fifties used to carry those bad mammajammas. Crack some creeps head wide open with one of those. I like to call 'em Gestapo Repitition Sticks. With the GRS and a boxcutter you'll be a hair's breath away from vigilante.
Words of advice. If you have anything valuable don't keep it in this new space. CDs, books, records, videos, jewlery whatever. People don't have any scruples anymore. Just the essentials and small appliances. Wherever there is rent due and any mild to Trainspotting-esque drug usage things tend to disappear. You probably know that whole song and dance anyway.
good luck