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From the ghost land of the easy life.

03 January 2006

there's a stranger in my house :
I can't walk too much on my foot these days. The spot is swollen and unhappy to touch. I don't think it's infected or anything, it's just taunting my happiness at getting the glass removed and wants to make sure I know it's there and pissed. I got the papers today for the ultra sound, performing the little know bus transfer miracle of 5 buses with one transfer. It was sweet, if only my foot wasn't niggling me. It's been getting uppity over the last few days and I'm thinking it's only gonna get worse. I'd rather the glass came out naturally but I'm thinking by the size and shape of the spot, it won't be a happy thing if it does.

Kid M is back. As I found out over the holidays, Kid N and J don't think much of him. Actually they seem to think he's s selfish jerk. A person not to be trusted, who will do the bad thing, cuz he can. Kid M and his g-f had a conversation today that went like this:
KM 'who just came in?'
g-f 'hi'
me "hi"
g-f(skittering back to him in the kitchen)'it's that girl'
KM 'don't you think that girl can hear you?'

Umm childish and stupid much? Anyways he's bee making a big lot of noise and really dislikes my stereo, which is louder than his tv no matter what he does. He's waiting for his Kid E to come back, because I'm not fit to talk to/know/acknowledge. He's already got a game going on where he stuffs the one shelf I have in the fridge with all his food, even tho there are 2 empty shelves he can use. I then have to move it all. Yea it's going to be fun. Hope he moves out soon, tho I don't think I'll be so lucky.

As far as I can tell he's the only one here that has any kind of 'problem' with me, and since he's pretty much left to act like lord of the domain, he feels secure in being a rude dog, but I think if push comes to shove Kid N could kick his ass enough to make a difference. Kid M doesn't like me much because I don't do what he ants me to do. I didn't pull out the tequila and offer him any when he told me now was a good time to drink it. I didn't, and I won't, kow tow to him. He's not a big shot, he's an accountant and sure it's an honourable profession but I'm not going to be pushed around by some dumbass accountant twerp 6 foot 4 or not. I have a problem with others who think they can run my life; I think they can go to hades. I'm pretty sure he isn't suffering under any delusions that I'll stand for his shit either so I'm happy. The lines aren't drawn but they are established and I don't think he's happy about it.

Do I sound cranky? I can blame this on Sassinak, who had a link today to a profile on this dating website. SO I went there and signed up, because I'm alone and a hard man is good to find. Catch is - there's something like 17 hours of questions to answer on this site so it can match you. Some of the stuff is stupid. It's all multiple choice, but a lot of it is limited and very biased and I don't care about it at all. Honestly I had to go out and take several hours off to come back and struggle through the rest. And I'm doing this all in hopes of scoring a decent shag or two while I'm free wide and handsome.

Add to that Carpool guy's idiotic emails about the bed. I haven't seen him at work. I make no effort to find him either but hey, I'm miffed. The bed was a piece of shit. So he sends me these emails with just question marks in them. So I reply with the same. He's actually in the office. He actually sees me and he doesn't come to get his money. I have it, I'm just making him come get it. I don't care I said I'd get it to him, he said the bed was new so I guess we're both liars. And I know 2 wrongs don't make a right but I put more than him out for the bed and he doesn’t seem to appreciate that I don't appreciate that he LIED to me for the purpose of ripping me off then acted like he didn't. I KNOW a LIAR when I SEE one. Since I told him I spent 160 on a new mattress he's been not replying.

Ok, I swear I'm done. I'm hanging out here tomorrow. Going to be all homebody and domestic and try to be chillaxing. I don't know if I can do it really. I'm so hyper these days I think I may need adult ritalin or something. Add to that I feel a head cold coming on and I'm all kinds of not particularly fun hyper person. Oh I wish the evil PTB's would let us heat this house properly so that for a while I wouldn't be partially thawed and frozen in different extremities.

Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 11:39 PM

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