fuuuuuuuuck!!! I just got home from a week long family trip, started my water purifier and fell asleep. my downstairs neighbor pounds on my door at 5 am because I'm leaking water into his goddamn bathroom because the goddamn stupid Spectrapure people sent me this piece of shit filter that won't stop leaking. ugghh. I have been dreading this day. I had a feeling it would happen. I finally saw the part of the caulking by the tub where there is a gap and the water must be leaking (this unfortunately happened a few times before with the previous neighbor and glad the bitch left because of it actually). I bought caulking stuff a while back but just have never had time to do anything with it. I guess today is the day. shit.
to make matters worse I apparently kept this old couple that lives below me awake the night before I left. I was going at mach 10 and I still almost missed my flight. when I came back there was a note on my door about it. he put a smiley face on front to ease any apprehension which was nice but he was not so nice this morning. talking about how it looked real bad, I look real bad, need to get my shit together, etc. it is true but the really truth is I need to be fucking flawless. I need to be on all the time, and make like no mistakes. like a damn cyborg. a cyborg who doesn't even have time to jerk off. see I fucknig jerk off and fall asleep and shit can go up in flames. he also said, "see I've done a few things and you're lookin' real bad... see I've got stuff I need to protect here, you know what I'm sayin' ... and you need to gain some weight". so he naturally thinks I am some kind of crack addict because if I were white I would like I just came from Auschwitz, I realize this. I did not bother to tell him I have a stomach disease but whatever. his other comment about having stuff "he needs to protect here" makes me think. I guess that's why I hear strange freakin' noises from his place all the time. thing is, they ain't the same as my strange freakin' noises and I don't know WTF? anyway sorry if this is all cryptic and you're one of the few special people who actually read this... but please don't hypthesize here. amongst yourselves, amongst yourselves please.
EDIT: Well it's almost 8 o'clock now. I feel alright. My day did get worse though after this post. I found out that I didn't get the artist's grant I'd applied for and was really optimistic about. So much for being an optimist. This means I will continue to scrounge by however I find that I can. The air mattress has got to go though. That really needs to be history in the next 2 weeks.
to make matters worse I apparently kept this old couple that lives below me awake the night before I left. I was going at mach 10 and I still almost missed my flight. when I came back there was a note on my door about it. he put a smiley face on front to ease any apprehension which was nice but he was not so nice this morning. talking about how it looked real bad, I look real bad, need to get my shit together, etc. it is true but the really truth is I need to be fucking flawless. I need to be on all the time, and make like no mistakes. like a damn cyborg. a cyborg who doesn't even have time to jerk off. see I fucknig jerk off and fall asleep and shit can go up in flames. he also said, "see I've done a few things and you're lookin' real bad... see I've got stuff I need to protect here, you know what I'm sayin' ... and you need to gain some weight". so he naturally thinks I am some kind of crack addict because if I were white I would like I just came from Auschwitz, I realize this. I did not bother to tell him I have a stomach disease but whatever. his other comment about having stuff "he needs to protect here" makes me think. I guess that's why I hear strange freakin' noises from his place all the time. thing is, they ain't the same as my strange freakin' noises and I don't know WTF? anyway sorry if this is all cryptic and you're one of the few special people who actually read this... but please don't hypthesize here. amongst yourselves, amongst yourselves please.
EDIT: Well it's almost 8 o'clock now. I feel alright. My day did get worse though after this post. I found out that I didn't get the artist's grant I'd applied for and was really optimistic about. So much for being an optimist. This means I will continue to scrounge by however I find that I can. The air mattress has got to go though. That really needs to be history in the next 2 weeks.
Thanks for the advice.