monday monday monday

long night last night. I made chilli. twas good. it was a a night with kevin smith. he saved me from killing myself. and I wasted my last bit of $$$ that I'll have for god knows how long on...on what? a crappy night. a waste of time and space. boring people who can't fucking just say something interesting. or jesus, just surprise me or something. maybe I'm a horrible person, but whatodds.

now! for this mornings fuking nonesense.

gerhard, our fucking landlord, fucking called this fucking morning at 9 to say that he was fucking having a fucking realtor over to this fucking house at fucking 1-O-fucking-clock. mark says it's cool, cause he's the only one up. no big deal, because sometimes we're a little late on rent and whatnot, and the street goes both ways, so we're leanient with tenancies act stuff. the big issue here was that he gave the realtor THE FUCKING KEYS TO OUR HOUSE and told her to walk into our house, that we'd all be asleep, and that she was not to go into the rooms. WTF?!?!?!? the fucking bitch waltzez in here, letting her fucking fat ignorant self in here, calling out in her uppity fucking voice "HeLLlOoooOOo??? HHEEeelLLLlooOOOooo????" at fucking 10 fucking 30 in the fucking morning, waking everyone in the fucking house up in the proccess. we pretty much tell her to get the fuck out. she had a man and a woman and thier fucking little girls with them. little girls!!! like fucking preschool little...like fucking just learned how to walk little. I'm upstairs, unbeknowenst to this, cursing and swearing because I just got woken up by whatthefuck, and then someone calls out "there's kids here" so then I'm fucking appologizing and feeling guilty, because I hate swearing infront of kids. I have a dirty mouth, especially when it's 10:30 and I just got woken up. I swear in my own house and shouldn't fucking have to feel guilty about, but now I do. anyway, this is fucking fuckle fucked, beyond words. it is not logical. it is not spock.

I'm pissed off, and will probably have a horrible day today and get nothing done because of this fucking shit. the realtor didn't even fucking knock! we didn't fucjking get any fucking notice, and now everybody in the house in awake and pissed off. and bringing fucking children over?!?!? what the fucking fuck!?!?!? we have satanic imagery everywhere in the house, and beer bottles and weed parifenilia(sp?) in the house. if you're bringing little fucking kids over, give us fucking a bit of fucking notice, for the sake of sweet tapdancing baby jesus. anyway, I guess when the middleman, our landlords, are too fucking stupid to tie two sticks together, this is what happens. I guess I should end this rant now and go do something...drink some water or something.

/flighty fox signs out.

Greg Ryan