wait, WHAT?! now the xanga contribution page says $48 (some) thousand of $50k (instead of $60...) with one month (instead of one day) to go.  ok. I guess we're fine then, if they're willing to bend the parameters.

crappy cold wants to hang on, although, taking yesterday off as a sick day, getting tons of sleep, and hitting the purple liquid, have helped quell it a ton. I'll be bringing a Kleenex box with me to work tonight...

creative financing has me with about a dollar left in checking 'til Friday.  it'd help immensely if Brian would cough up (pun?) his rent.  'til then, I'm pretty used to squeekin' by.  I'm still adjusting to 40 hour/week pay checks, but living in near poverty has always been my second best friend.  get'r done.

crappy mid-summer cold!  dammit!  I thought colds were meant to be had during the winter time.

I'm a bit sad.  2 days left 'til the xanga contribution deadline and there's a good 14 grand left to meet their goal.  will this all just vanish if the goal isn't met?  I like it here.  oh well, nothing lasts forever. I'm still a bit miffed that my journal from my space caved (2006...the year I went into detail about my drunk driving, Bambi Mittens, and boat factory stuff), and  vanished into thin air.  I wasn't able to back any of it up either.  it's not like anyone else misses it, but for me, those were journal worthy times.  again...nothing lasts forever.  I better say goodbye, just in case.

good bye (I'll letcha know where I'm goin' next...somehow.  I still have both of my readers emails).

alright, well, Best Buy gave me a hell of a deal on my latest clothes washer purchase, so why not? and after much research, I was ready to spend the big bucks on the matching dryer that came with it... then Best Buy offers (during some goofy "Black Friday Sale" [mid summer version] a good $250 off a dryer that is higher end than the one I was looking at....along with an 18 month interest free payment plan, and tax free, with free installation, plus free take away of the old dryer, etc...) I couldn't pass it up, being my old piece of shite was taking more than an hour to dry clothes mitt. they'll be here next Friday to install it...it has a steam feature, that most dryers don't have...I'll let you know how that turns out [news at 11]

relief comes, this week, in the form of the weather coolin' down.  those fans at work aren't acting like blast furnaces anymore.  I'm still production handler (of whom, doesn't get to enjoy a fan, unless I'm giving a bathroom break, or jumping on a sub-station). it's a lot of running around making sure no one runs out of material.  it's a bigger juggling act than it looks.  on the assembly line, it's usually my elbow and shoulder that bother me (old age and wear and tear using crappy screw guns, etc.),  now it's my feet from all the runnin',  but at least, it's only 8 hours a day! yep, we're [somehow?] still on 8's and seeing real weekends!  my bank account has a tighter belt on it, but I get to enjoy this thing called life outside of the stalag.

doesn't look like rain this morning.  maybe I ought to practice my swing at the driving range? *plan*

how many days left 'til Xanga's impending collapse? 6! oh well. nothing lasts forever, 'cept death, taxes, and sometimes heartburn.

Sunday night, Mark (work bud) invites me (via text) to meet him at the driving range. after hitting a couple buckets of balls, he says his Tee time is here, and invites me to shoot the first nine with him.  it's been a good 25 (+/-) years since I've stepped foot onto a golf course.  I was a bit nervous, but said 0K.  it was very relaxing! neither one of us kept score, but I did beat him on a couple holes (keeping score in my head on the holes I was beating him on. he's been playing for some 15 years now...).  it starts raining by the time we get to the 7rd hole, then it dawns on me; "didn't you leave the top down on your car?" (him, also being a proud owner of a Pontiac drop top).  "oh shit!". we called it a day and drove the cart back to the parking lot.  it hadn't rained hard, so no evident damage. the game itself was a blast!  I gotta get out there more often!

just made some hambooger helper (for work lunches). now I gotta hit the shower, do the shave thang, and get ready for another stint at the stalag...

11 days left and 16 more grand to reach their goal [looking at Xanga's contribution page to save the site. see link in last entry].  I don't know if it's worth me entering any bland words...will the site be vaporized in 11 days?

we got out of work early yesterday, making my wish for "more Under-time" come true.  a 36.5 hour week sounds just about the exact amount of time I wanna bake in that prison camp of an oven.  anyway, because we got out early, my Friday night beerses started flowing sooner, and before you know it, I had a good gut full.  today, I've been nursing that sharp stone in my head almost all damn day, doing nothing but watching the Open Championship (round 3 of the PGA major) half thru my eyelids. I did get off my ass a couple times to do the barefoot peroxide blondie's dog walk, but that was about it.  it was a good day, filled with slack and many power-naps.  I thought I was too professionally ranked of an alky to get those hangovers.  I haven't had one in a sharp stone-age.

CRASH!! 'puter takes a good dump whilst I'm in the midst of typing my Xanga nothingness.  seems Xanga needs help!  I hit their relaunch page(somehow accidentally), showing me there's only 13 more days before the site closes unless they come up with another 19 grand in funding (to which they'll switch it all over to WordPress, continuing to run as per normal)!  yikes!  good news is anyone who doesn't want their stuff lost in the vaporous vacuum of doom can have their stuff backed up, to be downloaded onto their 'puter before said impending collapse (the back-up/contribution link is on this page). the sad news is, I may have to find another blog spot to jot down my nothingness and hope that they don't turn to dust.  I was hopin' that $100 "lifetime" membership would last a bit longer.  we'll see.

good advice from Hooey (see comment on last entry) on how to handle someone who's facing financial ruin. I guess, before I just hand him the phone number to the Credit Counselor that I used, I should -next time he asks- go over what they had to offer. they didn't expect much from me, just a total lifestyle makeover. simple things like 'separating' needs from 'wants'.  freeing up money by getting rid of "luxuries" (temporarily, until one gets back on his feet), which includes cable TV, restaurants, buy 'no name' brand food, etc.  then they sit you down (45 minutes via the phone) and get real personal about your income, every bill, every expense, seeing if they can free up even more money.  by the time your done, you think their out of their damn mind, it'll never work, but sticking to their format, without fail, for a good 5 year plan, as hard as it was, worked!  and on their end, they called the credit card peeps and got all my cards down to %3 interest (instead of the %19...whatever they were at the time). things he can actually do himself putting forth the effort, saving another $40 a month fee. and again, having followed their plan, without fail, saved my credit rating from hitting the dumpster too (being I started the plan before I went belly up) ...or, I could just hand him the number and hope he takes the bait.

wicked weird dreams last night. claustrophobic, and scared of hieghts-ish. some nights, I'll have good dreams, others; wicked weird. oh well.  I wonder sometimes if it's just the position I sleep in.  who knows? anyway. here's hopin' that today's the last work day.  we find out tonight if we have a whole weekend, or just a half.*crosses fingers for whole*

I run into Mittens again (Rosie's past owner) at the stalag. I think I mentioned she has a job where she visits different bidnesses and waters their plants.  she was watering the break room plants when I walked in.  this time she sat down with me, and chewed my ear off about her boyfriend's kids and dismal relatives and what-not.  she then hits me with "I miss being your friend...", then looks at the calender on her smart phone and says "let's see, today's the 16th, I'm here every other week, so I'll see you on the 30th". it was a friendly enough 1/2 hour chat, but I'll be damned if I open that door to let her step on my [granite] heart again (if that's where she thinks she's headin').  *prob'ly jumping to the wrong conclusion...or famous last words of an old love sick fool.  you choose*

also, my work bud Mark has been down lately.  migraine headaches, depression, debt problems, car problems, he hates the stalag, you name it.  he tells me the other day that he's always on the edge of crying. then, just after saying that, he starts gettin' choked up.  I'm not sure how to help him?  he wonders what his "purpose" is in life?  I tell him my take on "purpose", being an atheist, and all.  "we're just here, there is no 'purpose', we're born, we work, we pay taxes, and die...", but in the middle of my (what, at the moment, suddenly seemed like a cold take on life) rant, I noticed I wasn't being of any help. maybe someone of christian persuasion can give him a better answer.  then Saul sat down with us, we changed the subject to dogs...he has been a bit more upbeat now that I've swapped work spots with him, but man,  that spiraling downward vibe is hard to deal with. my usual answer to one of his downer moments is "I wish I could help...but I don't know how".  to which he usually doesn't respond.  I hate seeing someone in such a rut!  life is a struggle for everyone, but when one let's their emotions hopelessly drag themselves into the depths, into that perpetual dark cloud funk, it's bad.   to end on a lighter note, we're told we may have another 2 day weekend off.  I invite Mark to play golf Saturday.  that seemed to cheer him up a tiny bit.  he's better at golf than I am, but I'll kick his ass

so the day that I actually have something somewhat 'not so bland' to throw in an entry, I can't access Xanga.  after trying to sign in, it gave me some sort of "we're updating your webpage. please come back in 24-72 hours".  ok. it's been a good 24 since I last tried, and here I am...oh yeah, the 'not so bland' news.  the fire alarm went off a good two hours into second shift (the stalag). we friggin' had a damn bomb scare yesterday!  the vice principal (I don't know, some top dog) said (whilst we all stood in the parking lot, frying under the mid-day sun) that someone had used a spray paint can in the men's bathroom writing [paraphrase] "there's a bomb in the box"...anyway, there was no firetrucks, no police, no bomb sniffing bumble bees, nothin', they just gave everyone the all clear about 20 minutes later. I wasn't sure I wanted to use the bathroom for the rest of the day, but as bofo hot as it's been, you can drink a thousand gallons of water and simply sweat it all out.  it's a damn oven, and worse, I haven't been on the assembly line lately (Mark, just getting off from a tendon injury swapped with me, and he was the route runner.  production handler in any other factory).  route running is OK, but there are no fans to even blow hot air at ya.  it only takes about 45 minutes to become totally drenched in sweat, then almost freeze while sitting in the air conditioned break room. it's supposed to get cooler (80's) here near the weekend.

after stopping at Arby's for a chicken sammich on the way to work, I just get to the train tracks when the gates started coming down, and the red lights flashed.  great! it's a rarity when I get caught by the train on the way in.  this time, the gates stayed down for a good couple minutes without any sign of a train, then one of those CSX pickup trucks (with the train wheel attachment) bolts by.  the red lights stop, the gates go up, but the traffic light stayed red, and as if on cue, the red lights start blinking again, and the gates come down, right when the traffic light turns green (which quickly turned red again...they must be tied in with the railroad thinger). it was like a damn clown car parade.  first it's one of those ugly rail road tie replacement vehicles, followed by some sort of crane, and a couple other goofy looking cars all independent of one another.  it was almost Dr Seuss-ish in scope.  anyway, I was almost late, but squeaked in on time.

there. that's it.  bomb squad, oven roasted stalag workers,  and Dr Seuss train equipment

11 days off, 2 work days, then another 2 days off (weekend)...I could get used to this!.  the weekend was mostly uneventful (which is good!  slack rules the day!).  I washed my car, did some shopping, helped the neighbor finish her roof, drank some coldeys, watched the amazing 3rd day of the John Deere Classic (PGA golf tournament), which ended in 5 rounds of playoff golf betwixt three players.  more Netflix, more coldeys, more slack, more power-naps, etc.  then back to work on Monday, which also was mostly uneventful other than a huge amount of downtime due to the assembly lines elevator done busted a spacely sprocket. there you have it.  another nothing of an entry, to bore the tar out of anyone with a pulse *fart*

weather is humid and in the yupper 90's.  looks like tomorrow will climb above 100!  the sweat shop just got sweatier...

I get a bang on my door, and my neighbor hollering in if I'm awake. I jump out of bed and ask "where's the fire?!".  she said "no fire, I just got some of Brian's mail, and I'm getting ready to re-roof paint my trailer".  now this is Brian's mom speaking. she's in her mid 60's. she has almost as hard a time going down the three porch stairs as Rosie did and she wants to re-roof paint her trailer.  I had a couple three hours to kill before going back to work, so I asked if she'd mind if I helped. as it turned out, she got the real thick stuff, and only had dollar store rollers, but we made due, until the rollers disintegrated from the cheapness.  we may have only gotten about a tenth of the way done. I told her she'll maybe have to invest in something a little heavier duty. she said she'll head to the hardware store and see what they got. meanwhile, it was time for me to eat something, shower, and get ready to go back to the stalag (yup.  those 11 days off are all but gone).

work went fine, but after a good six hours, I started getting back all those familiar aches and pains.  my right hand index finger (arthritis?), my tennis (spanker's) elbow, my left knee, my right shoulder.  most pain is just from gettin' old, the rest is prob'ly from gettin' old too.  anyway, I have a Vicodin left over from my wisdom toof's bein' yanked out, so I pop me one of those.  between roof work and work work, I feel a bit beat up, being that that's the only activity (sans the golf range) that I've done through out those 11 days.

alright, we got this dude from work, he's a pretty intelligent guy, but tonight he tells me a story that kind of throws him into that naive category (in my honest opinion).  he tells me that he was surfing the web and apparently ran into the wrong porn site, because next thing you know, there's an FBI insignia staring him in the face, locking his computer, and scaring the hell out of him with "if you don't pay $300 within 72 hours, you will be prosecuted as a sex offender [and other various threats] *paraphrased*. I told him it was prob'ly a clever hack job, and the easiest way to unlock your 'puter without paying is to reformat and reinstall windows, but then, as if he didn't hear a word I said, he says "the FBI!  they could find out where I live and get me!  I don't want to be tagged a sex offender!..."  fessing up after all that, that he was scared into paying the money.  I let him know that he best keep an eye on that MC account, 'cause now this hacker has plenty to work with to steal your identity. I don't know as I got thru to him.  I still think he's convinced the black helicopters are going to start dropping paratrooper lines over his house.  oh well.  live and learn.  some of these phishing scams/ malware attacks and what-have-you can get you unraveled if you're not careful...[website describing said vicious ransom-ware]

anyway, gotta hit the sack, so I can help Brian's mom work some more on her roof tomorrow before another stint at the stalag.  sounds like we have the whole weekend off (stalag), so maybe I'll have more time to help wid da roofus.

oh yeah, I was gonna comment on a movie I saw on Netflix.  it's very bizarro, but I dug it!  the further (farther?) I got into it, the better/stranger it had gotten. the movie's called "John Dies in the End".  it's very quirky!  there are a couple other movies, that I don't remember the titles to right off the top of me skull, but will mention them when I'm less tired...Netflix RULES!!

after these past 5-ish (Fyvush Finkel?) driving range experiences (the latest being this morning), I have a great respect for anyone who can consistently hit the ball where they want,  and an even greater respect for those who take it on as a career and play the game like there throwing darts and making it look easy.  meanwhile, they're naming craters, larger than the moon's own Tycho, where my weekend hacker turf gougers have been created. I can't say I'm getting any better with each outing, but I am less muscle sore after each.  maybe I'm relaxing a bit.  actually, this mornings range work wasn't so much crater making, but I had many o' swings where the Tee went flying and the ball stayed where the tee was pushed into the ground.  I guess I gotta choke up a bit.  there's so many ways to ruin a good shot. I think I've discovered all of them without even trying.  maybe lessons are in my future?  meanwhile, it's fun trying to be Tiger.

another nice day!  yesterday, I bought some turf filler grass (ummm) stuff.  where you can fill in patches of lawn that are damaged. in this case, where Rosie used to dig holes in the lawn when she got tangled up in her lead line attached to the porch.  I guess she figured no use going E,W,N,or S, and I can't go up, so I might as well dig down.  after leveling said area, I seeded it, and watered it (to be watered twice a day for 10 days).  immediately followed by black birds pickin' away at the area.  dammit! I just spent $14 to feed some dingbat birds.  I could've bought a block of suet for $13 cheaper.  maybe I'll chain Squabber out there so he can chase these varmints away *fart*

Chinese buffet (China king buffet) for lunch and a double fish-wich combo (Checkers) for supper (it was one of those days I didn't feel like cooking).  I don't know as I'll ever go back to this Checkers. it took me a good half of an hour waiting in the drive thru line before I could even place my order.  even though the sandwich itself was damn worth the 1/8th of a gas tank it took to get it. I guess I'll never know another sandwich that has as big of a carbon footprint as one bought at this Checkers location.  it's got a single road curving along the back of it, that once commited, you can't abort or pass along side to escape, but you don't realize this, until you've made the turn in, that they've got ya.  I think it'll be their downfall. the place used to be an old Hot 'n' Now. I bet they went under for the same reason.  we'll see how long they last/ or improve their drive thru experience.

a lawn chair, and an MP3 player full of 'They Might Be Giants' calls me...

there it is! that first summertime foot bake.  I'd have a half inch of burnt leather on my feet by now if the pooperdog were still around (although our walks became pretty short there near the end). this time I take peroxide blondie's dog for a good long walk whilst they spent the day at Michigan's adventure (theme park/water slides). I'm surprised at how many peeps remember my name, and ask where the other dog went? it used to be the other way around. most peeps would call out 'Rosie!', when we passed by, and I assumed they didn't even know my name. and on top of that, these are peeps I haven't seen in a long time being this is the long walk that Rosie hadn't been on in forever.  oh yeah, I've once again strayed from my point.  the pavement was pretty roasty. there.

otherwise, the day was awash with sunburn, barefoot peroxide blondie dog walks, power-naps, and beer

a little online banking, after realizing that it's already Friday (my, how free vacation time flies).  after figuring out how much to deduct for upcoming bills, and taking into account the money I need for beer and stuff for this week, I still have about $100 to throw toward savings, which will be utilized next week and the week after, being my next two checks will be ultra wimpy (one check being for the 4th and 5th; holiday pay, and the next being the 11th and 12th; the days I'll have to go back from my free vacation). I got about $640 left in savings and a pretty big car payment ($355) coming up, but my budget still looks good. I may have to squeak a bit until I get another big check, but what else is new?  at this point I haven't even added in what two paychecks at 16 hours a piece would net? maybe $170 each (roughly...after taxes). yeah, I'm good to go (barring any unforeseen expenses, but I'll try not to break my leg in the next couple weeks)!  there.  I've completely bored both my readers with my finances, but if I remain vigilant on budgeting, I won't be surprised.

looks like another nice day!  Brian (room mate/mass murderer) shoots off some Walmart fireworks last night with his peroxide blondie girlfriend.  she, being the youngster (24) was mocking Brian (49) about being a big kid as he's smiling and shooting off roman candles and the like. the sulfuric smoke would drift directly into the neighbor's outdoor shindig. I mentioned to Brian that maybe he should fire stuff off on the other side of the trailer to avoid this, which he did once, only to go right back to where he originally started, smoking out the neighbor's good. he has little or no consideration for anyone, it seems.  I watched for a bit, then went inside and tried to calm the little mammals down (her dog is as spooked at the 4th as Rosie was).  anyway, as I was sayin', looks like a nice day.  maybe I'll start it off with something to eat *plan*

I pick up some plywood and liquid nails (caulk) at Brian's request.  seems he has the urge to replace the wood under both kitchen and bathroom sinks.  ok. plus, I pick up an electric eel.  30 bucks for four hours to rent it (one of those electric rooter dealies, to unclog clogged clogs). the last 4 times I rented one, it took all of those 4 hours to ream all 50 feet and back twice.  this time it only took a good hour and 15!  meanwhile, Brian wanted to get in the way so he cuts some plywood to fit over the rotten particle board already under the sink.  that's fine, it forced me to take a break every now and then so I could drink some water. I pull away some of the wood-panel submarine skirting outside to see why there's so much water under the porch.  seems one of the screw clamps wasn't tight enough on the main drain elbow below the trailer (the elbow I had replaced last year sprung a leak...wait, "SPRUNG" is a word? I was waitin' for it to show me that squiggly spell check underline...wait!  "SQUIGGLY" is a word too?! heheh. nevermind.  wait, now it's showing me 'NEVERMIND' isn't a word *fart*  good gawd, how I get distracted easily.

the second half of the day became sunny and nice, so some lawn chair sittin'/beer drinkin' was in order.  later yet, I watch a couple 3 episodes of a show called XIII (13). it's not unlike the Bourne series.  where amnesia meets good guy/bad guy CIA insiders.  who do you trust, etc.

this morning, I hit McDonald's for breakfast, then hit Michigan's own Pacific Coast Highway (alright, not as pretty, but cool non-the less). it's a road that stretches betwixt Holland and Grand Haven, that is hugely scenic and winding.  I would have tried hitting the beach (around the corner), but that's a damn suicide mission on a holiday (million mile long lines to get in), so I passed it up.  on the way home, I hit my favorite beer store for a sixer of oarsman ale, and hit that lawn chair once again with my MP3 blasting 'They Might Be Giants'.

Brian just came home and said "grillin' will commence 'round 5-ish" (Fyvush Finkel?) "...so be on your best behavior when [peroxide blondie] gets here!" I reply; "yes dad", then added, "I'll have to have more beer to be on my best behavior", popping a dead soldier out of my beer cozy and reloading it with a fresh bottle.  wait, why do suppose he said that? I'm not that unruly drunk that hits on every woman around.  this isn't his first date with her.  she knows that I like to drink beer.  does he simply like to act like he controls everything concerning me and this place? YES!  he even pulls this, after I use the bathroom.  he'll ask "did you wash your hands?"  again, I reply; "yes dad".  did I mention his OCD nature?  you know i did.

anyway, back to that lawn chair...

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and right on cue, as if the golf gods don't want me to be Tiger, it rains all day.  switch to rainy day mode.  second hand stores, then Menard's to pick up one of those shelvey things that go above (and around) the toilet,  do lunch at Kozak's II for one of my favorite gyro's with feta cheese and a root beer.  later, watch an couple "horror" movies. one called "Slither", and the other "Quarantine 2" (even though I hadn't seen 1 yet).  both entertaining.  some Rounder's (Bell's brewing co.) to drink whilst watching...again, today starts off looking rainy.  oh well.  it's supposed to get nicer this weekend.  today would be a good day to address that clogged sink (again).  I'll go rent one of those rooter thingeys.

otherwise nothing new under the sun (um...clouds)

again, nothing much to write about. it was a good start to my free vacation (automotive shut-d0wn thinger).  lawn chair in the sun, with a couple coldies, and my MP3 playing mostly Beatle tunes.  before that I hit the store for some food and try and find me a frame for a poster I bought online.  turns out it isn't your easy to find frame size.  maybe I'll just tack it to the paneling, like I used to do when I was a kid. that'll look good in the man-cave / wood-panel submarine. I'll place it on the wall, next to the burn barrel in the living room, or I could tack it above the wall that the Kawasaki leans against.  later (after a goodly amount of brew) I hit Youtube (via my PS3) to view tips on beginners golf.  there are a ton of free lessons online if ya dig for 'em.  I'm gonna hit the range tomorrow morning (weather permitting). I can't be Tiger if I don't get out there and practice.

beautiful day!  not your super hot summer type. it was in the 70's mostly. and, of course, I run across another bees nest while trying to get the wet-vac out of the shed (second time this year...).  I still remember the pain of getting stung on the knee cap years ago. that stayed ouchy forever. why do bees, snakes, and mice like my shed so much?  there's a huge swath of woods right behind it...go play out there!

Mark (from work) texts me saying how easy it was for him to call unemployment. I figure I'll give it a quick shot (why not?). I was able to put in info they asked, followed by a weird siren sound.  ok. I guess it doesn't want to work for me. no worries. I gots enough doe in me savings, but it was worth a crack. somehow, I knew it wasn't gonna work.  I had the same-ish problem last year... 

cleaned off my 'puter desk (it's always a wreck) and shredded a ton of old bills and docs I no longer needed. I fired the shredder up yesterday, but Brian had his girlfriends dog here (he dog sits on weekends while peroxide blondie works) , and he (the dog) didn't like the whine it made, so I figured today would be better.

today, I'm 18,677 days old

anyway.  sleep.

driving home from work, both Friday and Saturday, with the top down, I witnessed a whole bunch of fireworks, both near and way off in the distance. I get out of work right at 10pm, making it prime time for the light shows. I guess certain municipalities can't wait for the big 4th weekend to shoot their rockets...

Brian's (room mate) hugely OCD (ADHD, DMV, FBI, CIA, etc).  he's constantly moving things around, expecting me to follow whatever weird trends he does (and there are MANY of them).  sometimes I'll forget that certain things bother him, or it'll be evident that somehow I've made a mistake by what he does next. it's hard to explain, but one day I'll (for example) move a chair where the stool was around the kitchen island, and the next thing you know, that chair ends up in the shed (?!), reminding me that, one day, he hollered at me for doing the same thing because it was in his way when he would make his midnight snack thing to the fridge...I didn't know, and again, I forgot.  generally, if something really gets to him, he'll leave a note; "please rinse the sink out after you use mouth wash.  love, Squab." (he ends all of his messages as if the cat was the author) of which, I usually mentally ad to the things I have to try and remember in order to live with a certain OCD kind of person. but when I pull this, he seems to respond somewhat hurt.  for example, he cleans the shower, which is way cool, but in doing so, he'll put my orange cleaner under the sink instead of leaving in the corner of the shower. I leave a note; "please don't hide my stuff. thanx" which prompts him to leave a guilt ridden novel on the toilet seat. damn, he's twitchy.  I don't know how his peroxide blondie of a girlfriend handles this?  I could give him a whole list of things he's not very considerate of (slamming the bathroom door when I'm trying to sleep, is number one on said list), but they are more of what I'd consider "common courtesies", rather than something as twitchy as a moved chair (of which there's plenty of room to walk around in order to get to the fridge...yeah, you get the idea).  I'll ask him about the chair today, and see if he blows up about it. if so, I'll remind him that I can't remember all of his silly twitcheries.  good gawd, the man is a goofy duck.  k. 'nuff about him.  wait, one more thing. this is the first time he's been late with a portion of his rent (being $60 shy).

it must be a slow news day. I'm killing off a complete entry about hammer head.

let the free vacation begin!