11.1.1993
I'm still at Bill and Dave's. I didn't get laid off.
I moved out of Joe's place. He was getting too weird. The place I relocated to is only a block away, on B Street. It's a dive I used to invite myself over to alot during my high school years. If you've ever seen the film "Animal House" that's the best way I can describe my new residence. I hung out there with a group of death rock/punks back then. One of the guys still living there coincidentally works at Bill and Dave's. Some other department though. I bumped into him in the cafeteria at work and he asked me if I knew where one of the former room mates was these days. He wanted to rent him his old spot again, if he was interested. I had no clue where that guy might be since I lost touch with him but I did mention I'd like to rent the room if it was available. He gave me the OK to move in a few days afterward. I got the biggest room in the house. The house is an old Victorian in run down condition. It's very cool to be here compared to Joe's. The bedroom needs alot of work. I have serious remodeling plans. It needs new paint and the carpet is destroyed. The curtains look like they haven't been cleaned since 1974. It's tore down. I have roof access and a great view of the street below though.
It was nice living at Joe's as long as I did, but I'm very happy to have moved out. I honestly believe Joe has some mental problems. Before I left Joe's I had a couple of opportunities to kick his dog, Rex. I finally got even with that worthless mutt. Rex was peeing on the livingroom furniture and chewing up everything it could get it's paws on for months. I'll never forget how much I hate the little orange sack of shit. Nor will I forget watching Rex clean his tiny balls and butt, then run into the livingroom to lick Joe's face. That made me cringe. Good riddance to Joe and his filthy dog Rex. May they both be struck by lightning.
I'm more anti-social these days. Been drinking alot of booze lately in large quantities. It must be done. I ordered a keg and I've been suckin' beers off of it for a week. My hair is mangy. I let it grow out longer than I should have and now I look like I have an umbrella on the top of my head. The only thing that will make me feel better is a new girlfriend but the more I try to find one, the more everything backfires on me. A friend told me I've been barking up the wrong trees. Well, I've done that to alot of trees lately. Eventually each woman ends up throwing rocks at me.
I moved out of Joe's place. He was getting too weird. The place I relocated to is only a block away, on B Street. It's a dive I used to invite myself over to alot during my high school years. If you've ever seen the film "Animal House" that's the best way I can describe my new residence. I hung out there with a group of death rock/punks back then. One of the guys still living there coincidentally works at Bill and Dave's. Some other department though. I bumped into him in the cafeteria at work and he asked me if I knew where one of the former room mates was these days. He wanted to rent him his old spot again, if he was interested. I had no clue where that guy might be since I lost touch with him but I did mention I'd like to rent the room if it was available. He gave me the OK to move in a few days afterward. I got the biggest room in the house. The house is an old Victorian in run down condition. It's very cool to be here compared to Joe's. The bedroom needs alot of work. I have serious remodeling plans. It needs new paint and the carpet is destroyed. The curtains look like they haven't been cleaned since 1974. It's tore down. I have roof access and a great view of the street below though.
It was nice living at Joe's as long as I did, but I'm very happy to have moved out. I honestly believe Joe has some mental problems. Before I left Joe's I had a couple of opportunities to kick his dog, Rex. I finally got even with that worthless mutt. Rex was peeing on the livingroom furniture and chewing up everything it could get it's paws on for months. I'll never forget how much I hate the little orange sack of shit. Nor will I forget watching Rex clean his tiny balls and butt, then run into the livingroom to lick Joe's face. That made me cringe. Good riddance to Joe and his filthy dog Rex. May they both be struck by lightning.
I'm more anti-social these days. Been drinking alot of booze lately in large quantities. It must be done. I ordered a keg and I've been suckin' beers off of it for a week. My hair is mangy. I let it grow out longer than I should have and now I look like I have an umbrella on the top of my head. The only thing that will make me feel better is a new girlfriend but the more I try to find one, the more everything backfires on me. A friend told me I've been barking up the wrong trees. Well, I've done that to alot of trees lately. Eventually each woman ends up throwing rocks at me.
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