Frustration. All I ever wanted. Frustration. Had to get away. Frustration. Meant to be spent alone.


So, the last time I talked to my landlady I had been extended here until June 15th. I asked for an extension and she agreed, saying, ”Oh, you can stay there through June or for as long as you want.” ”Kick ass,” I thought. I found out that I was extended for at least 6 more months on around May 30th so these words of hers have been floating in my head everytime I considered my living situation. I saw her in the lobby yesterday and told her about my extension. I got one of those deep inward breaths and the response, “Ohhhhhh…” and then she proceeded to lame assedly tell me that she thought I was leaving at the end of the month and had made plans to put up some kids or family or something in the apartment. I’m like, ”Well, I can probably find a place and be out of there by August 1st.” She gave me another deep inward breath and went “Ohhhhhh…” again. Like, OH MY GOD! I am perturbed, okay? Geez. If someone says ”stay as long as you want” then I’m not sure how that gets confused with your ass is out of here in seven days without any notice. Ugh. And to make things even more annoying … back on June 17th I asked for a flight to Houston to get booked and I never followed up on it and it didn’t get done. So, that’s it. I’m done making assumptions. Please be considerate if I personally ask you something several times and I’m not drinking heavily. Okay?


Okay, I will now issue my review for ”The Hulk.” Deep. Real deep. When you hear kids in the theater speak to the screen and verbally approve of the effects, you know you’re at a good movie. Jennifer Connally is just as visually impressive as ever. If you have never seen her in one of the lessor known yet excellent John Hughes films of the 80’s, go rent ”Career Opportunities” and let me know what you think. That movie r0x0rs. It doesn’t get enough coverage and I rank it right up there with Ferris Bueller as far as my top 20 films of all time. One day I’ll post that list. Course not until after I figure out where the heck I’m going to live. Don’t even get me started on what I’m going to drive. I am considering buying a truck and one of those 25 foot car trailer and living quarter combos. That way I can tow my house to wherever I want, along with my cool car. That will go nicely with the future Atlas Missile Silo I keep blathering on about.


I haven’t heard from the liar. I know there were denials. ”Oh, I didn’t really lie to him.” Sheeya right. And monkeys might fly out of my butt.


So, what else? I have been eating healthier lately. I don’t recall if I’ve mentioned that. Basically I was getting too puffy for my own liking. 178 pounds according to my parent’s medical scale (which I trust as the most accurate scale on the planet). After conferring with my sister and some trusted friends, I came up with some changes that have worked very well. I’m now: eating salads with dressing on the side (and just dipping the fork in to lightly douse it), eliminating breads and carbs whenever possible, and snacking on lots of low-fat protein type stuff (beef jerky). The occasional slim-fast Cappucino shake has replaced my big ass dinners. Drinking coffee with skim milk and The Blue Fake Sugar Stuff and eating an apple or orange is what has passed for breakfast for the past 6+ weeks. I have tried to do lots of walking and doing strenuous things whenever possible (no matter how menial or low impact — everything helps). So far as of a week ago I was down to 167 pounds. That’s like a whole cat.