therealtexasguy

jesus, I hate power sleeping. i must have knocked off for sixteen hours...one of my dreams was that a buddy and me made a nuke a la "the manhattan project" out of my truck and somehow it got activated. it went off, but wasn't very powerful, but triggered a pseudo-nuclear war that kind of destroyed the US' infrastructure. i wasn't so worried about that as the radiation sickness i got. funny, i was super sick in my dream, woke up and felt sick, then turned over and went to sleep and had this weird dream about other stuff.

so it might sound wrong, but i wish my grandmother would just kick the bucket and get it over with (i've said this before, so some of you might have heard my argument for this already). see, she wants to die and has for a while. she's fixin' to sign the paperwork for them to not save her life next time (it's not a Do Not Resuciatate order, it's a Don't Help At All type order). It be best for my grandpa too. See, he's old and all, but still very vigorous. he's got more energy than me, but hasn't really left the house by himself, except to go to the store, in like four years since my grandma's been sick. so when she dies i'll be able to take him out to movies (he loooooooves going to moves - he almost had a heart attack when my older brother and i bought him a big, fancy tv to go with the new dvd player my dad and uncle and i got him....forget the Netflix membership, I think he peed a little when we gave him that) and to golf matches and shit like that. plus it's what my grandmother wants.

hopefully i get my truck back soon today. if not, i'm gonna take the bus to go get some Wendy's. i hate fast food, but their fries kicked ass yesterday...

so this lady that was going to rent one of my properties seems to have changed her mind. thank god. she is such a fucking ditz, by far the worst i've ever encountered. she's nice and all, but man i don't know if i want to have to deal with her ever again. she loved the place when she saw it, but when i finally got back to her she thought i was someone else renting a different house (not a good sign) and when she realized i was who i was she avoided some questions about her income and started saying she couldn't move in if we didn't fix all this shit (she wants over a grand worth of repairs just on the OUTSIDE). I told her, essentially, that there was no fucking way i was doing that (this is a three bedroom place for six-fifty a month on an acre lot - it's not a fucking penthouse or something). she said she'd "call me back tomorrow". i hope she doesn't, cause then i get to keep the thirty-five bucks she gave me for the application fee (i didn't get a chance to run it yet).

i need orange crush soda. am going to the vending machine. good luck to you, you fuckers!!!