Hot Bum! More Wine...

Saw the hottest homeless/bum guy on my way home after buying more wine from Trader Joes. Is that important in the scheme of everything going on in my life? No. But I'm telling you, if my life was a made for TV movie and I was a slut, I would have taken his "need help" sign from his finger tips and said, "I'll give you some help, baby!"

Okay, but not really.

Point is, I've never seen a homeless guy with a cardboard sign who looked like a cross between Paul Newman and I-want-to-do-you. Alright, if I'd already had the wine, maybe I would have taken him home.

Okay, really not really, but I am wanting to write about anything but how much moving sux!

Anyone need a refrigerator? $50.00 bucks, you pick it up, not like new, but it's yours.

Also, can anyone teach me how to plaster wall holes better? More than half these holes are not mine but I know them property manager bastards are going to try to squeeze my green from me.

Right now, I wished I smoked pot. It might make the fact that the butt-heads have let their daughter play ball on the hardwood floors again. Jack holes. I wish for them a neighbor that wakes their daughter up past hours and destroys their life. Wait, they're bad parents in the first place. They keep that little horror of a noise making child up past 11:30 pm as it is.

They're gonna BBQ with the new neighbor. It'll be more of the property manager's family. Watch. Sadly, as I write this there were just two loud crashes coming from their apartment. No worries, it's only 10:00 pm. Just an hour or two more of the noise and I'll be able to go to bed...

See? This is why getting laid is so important. It works out the noise and the cob webs.

Soon...