violentlydave

Wheee, okay. This weekend was shot due to helping
mov emy sister's Boyfriend.. seemed most things that
could go wrong sure did, but we ended up getting him
in and in place. Wish it wasn't so @$#$#@ far away
(like 45 minutes from my sister's place, or the place
I might be living soon) down south of Brandon in the
Riverview (er, riverside?) area for the TPA peeps.. but
nice pool and huge yard..

So this is the week. Gonna hear about the job this week.
Sigh. It's wierd, I'm a damned freak, I tend to get very
er.. multiple personality about things. I'm thinking, of
COURSE I GOT THE JOB.. but why would they hire
me, I suck. Very positive and negative in the same
time, wtf is that, right?

Monday starts w/ boss reading some wrong info and
sending me an email containing his usual, very good
management technique, so mature and professional,
"WTF, DAVE?!?!!!!" .. yes this is a direct quote. Of
course he doesn't apologize for shit when eh pulls that
and he's wrong and being an asshole.

But woop, looks like I found a house! Nice enough
joint north of fletcher in "North Point". Big screened in
porch and a small yard, pretty much perfect. But
there's another my friend is checking out that he
lovingly called the "60s Shag Pad". It seriously
screams "Film A Porno Movie In Me!".. cheesy
stained glass, laminent floors.. couldn't get into it
so we wandered around.. gates+walls.. in one room is
a partial MIRROR WALL.. I mean this just screams
swank in that sorta nauseating 70s way.. so I'm not
sure why it's so entertaining a thought to live in it

but we'll see.

least i got a free old polaroid camera outta the move,
probably try to make it a pinhole camera. really need
to start taking shots of my complex here on the
open gulf, as it looks like i only have a month of
water-front living to go ;/