I have no reason to post here.
So I'm not.
If I do have something to say that I think is best suited for here-then I'll post.
Otherwise-I won't.
There are other places where I can talk about things.
That's where I'll be.
Stephen Colbert/Daily Show Love. House, Hugh Laurie, Black Adder, BritCom obsessiveness. Eddie Izzard quoting ad naseum. Self loathing. Other people loathing. Anything else I can loathe-fit that in there too. Tales of alcohol and dogs. The occassional night at the bar causing trouble. Mis-treating brain cells...Who needs them? No sex. No drugs-usually. Much rock'n'roll. Just trying to survive in 615. Y'know. The usual.
I have no reason to post here.
OK-I'm in my new place. Not everything is unpacked-but I can find several pairs of pants. So, that's good. One day, I hope to have a bar in the closet, so I can hang same trousers up.
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OK SRSLY you guyfs. I is tired and frustrated and there is no way in hellz that I will be able to get moved by next weekend at this rate.
The continuing saga of my saga continues.
Because I was told by everyone with whom I spoke that I should-I reported my landlady to the Dept. of Codes and Human Safety for having a dilapidated structure.
Actual fun quote from an email today regarding a meeting I set up in a kind of fuck you all I'm booking this conference room and you can show up or not I don't give a shit moment: