No more Mr. Nice Guy

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:
"As I have told you at least 3 times previous, I am not available before 4pm."
Response I didn't send:
"As I have been refraining from telling you, but I feel you live me no choice: balls or GTFO."

I really don't want to see this guy's balls. I'd rather he just GTFO.

I'd been all day paranoiding that Stupid Bitch would let herself into the apt and find Al. But then I started thinking-wouldn't that be perfect? She would have to evict me in writing (As opposed to verbally) and then I wouldn't have to have an attack about the possibility she might try to sue me when I move out. Dealing with a crazy person with legal rights is no fun. The mentally absent shouldn't be in positions of authority. I say that as person who is mentally distracted at least.

Then I went all spaz on the possibility that the future landlords will back out on the spoken word agreement.
Then, I coped with that by taking my dog to the dog park drinking a couple of beers and watching History Boys on DVD.

I am in love with Stephen Campbell Moore. He's awesome.