It's a little bit funny, when your preconceptions bite you in the ass.

So, as previously mentioned my life is a mess.  Not me personally, excepting for the lack of funds department;  cat pee in my office (thanks guys!) and roommates who don't always see eye-to-eye. (So what's new...)?

The friend (former roommate) who moved back *temporarily* has now secured a place elsewhere, and she is slated to move first of next month (May).  Meanwhile, she paid me $500 for last month's rent... and then immediately borrowed $300 (again) to help put down the deposit.  That doesn't even cover *this month's rent...  To be fair, she is sleeping on my floor between bookshelves --- that keeps her out of the living room at night; and I don't have to deal with random TV nonsense.

I've gone over finances with her; and I don't believe that she's going to pay me back.  Unless a miracle occurs; which is what she is hoping for. Uber isn't working out for her... she got a new car (well, used but pretty new) and she spent one afternoon being *available* and got no calls.  I suggested that she get up early in the morning and try the 4am-6am shift... but so far she has not.

And... she wants to *borrow* a flatscreen TV for the new place; because I'm walmart?  maybe if she kicks in $$$ I might consider it; but grifting is an art. And artist she's not. 

I like her, she's nice people; but unfortunately yet another example of mostly clueless inability to be useful; I'm not letting her prepare the meals --- I'm a little afraid that without specific instruction she will go offtrack; and I'm apparently unable to task her with anything else (she's too busy).

She's not violent, nasty or a thief...  but I'm definitely (again) doing more of the altruistic charity thing than I would wish...

I'm just glad that the little brain isn't chiming in.  At all.  That's a good thing.

Seven. More. Days. (more or less).

I'm betting that she's going to start setting up the new place but not stay there... and that leaves me where exactly?

Fool me once...

So, about 10 years ago...
I interviewed two girls as potential roommates. In spite of the lack of blood flow to my brain, I approved them. One turned out to be extremely nice with bad choices in men. The other was still working her inner rage-aholic and I had to send her elsewhere. Funny thing, she and I are now pretty good friends on facebook.
The other one, skyed out after a year and went elsewhere. Had a kid with a loser immature gamer who didn't know meth wasn't a good choice. Meanwhile, almost two years ago... she introduced me to a charity case / roommate who seemed (on the surface) to be a pretty good deal. Whups. You know you are in trouble when you want to fuck you roommate...
So, almost a year goes by, the current roommate puts me in the hospital with multiple-stab wounds (I guess I pissed off her inner demon) and even with forgiveness; I'm sorry... I'm still looking for the next event. So, she moves out. (Not because of that, but because she couldn't pay rent... and had principles. She only fucks over clients)...
Now the previous gal; whom I liked but never chased... yelled for help because she got kicked out by the baby daddy; and she's back. Meanwhile... said other roommate --- is now residing with the baby daddy and roommate's son.

Got all that?

Days of my lives... my ass.

I'm buying handcuffs and a branding iron. (Just in case the second gal shows)...

So my mom is turning 99.

I realize it's kind of a weird concept, but my mom is turning 99 years old at the end of January. She's been around since the 1920s and she's tired. She also doesn't like Trump very much which I approve of as a rational thinking human being.
But tonight she and I and a bunch of my sister's friends got together and celebrated my sister's birthday, and mom was right there in the thick of it. It Makes my heart Happy.

Blond with a side of dissapointment

Hope dashed,  rage returns
Someday I'll be a better man
apparently not today.

The song remains the same

So, a little bird told me that my former roommate/friend (not) is back at the meth manor.

Three weeks ago, she was all optimistic about a job offer down south, and being flown north to see the operation mid-state.  She called me to tell me so, but then went dark. 

Since she doesn't keep any of per promises, am I surprised that she's quiet?
If she had the job I would think she'd have bragged about it.

I'm betting she got drunk and made a really *good* impression (not).
I'm guessing (not sure), because if she went out to celebrate... drunk in a bar she's an embarrassing slut.  She hits on every male within range.  I've been there for three-four of those events, and it's uncomfortable as fuck.

So,  choices are either the job offer was a fake, she burned it ... or perhaps it went really well (But that doesn't match her track-record).  I haven't heard.

Good news would have been welcome. 

The illusion that your friends are moral compasses...

I had a phone conversation with one of my friends... earlier today where that person told me that (a) that they haven't filed with the IRS for years, and (b) isn't going to vote because they don't like the parties (either one). 

The other acquaintance (used to say friend)... that feels the same way, uses self-justification to avoid responsibility for being part of society and yet will take government social handouts (food/medical) without a qualm.  Especially annoying since THAT person pretends to be moral and ethical individual (hint -- they are not).

Because of this (and a lot of f*ng russians and greedy rich folk) the Donald rose to office.  I hope y'all like your Florida property underwater while y' grab the p***.

I'm going with angry on this one... 

I shot an arrow into the air...

Every so often I throw out a line to the universe, and see who (if anyone) really responds.  It kind of keeps me in touch with my basic humanity.  Think of it like being at a cocktail party or bar... where you just chat up random strangers; except for the preconceived notions of who they are and what they look like.



Some of my best conversations started this way; but they are rare and treasured. 



The gal who I was complaining about, another lost soul in the madness that is this city; visited last night and we had a pleasant time.  She bought/cooked dinner; which was her trade for sleeping on my couch I suppose.... and no karmic debt was incurred.  However, I did detect the occasional edge of what-in-the-past has created great drama; and just avoided it.  She did so, kinda automatically as well.  And off again... for whatever goal she's chasing...  but I did get a salmon dinner and some decent conversation.   And no-one was harmed in the exchange.  I just have to reprogram my brain...



One of my other roommates got to vent about searching for a replacement car to her... since I'm very done with his extended search... (he totalled his a month ago) and she was interested and helpful... and I didn't have to "help".



meanwhile I stave of the madness in little ways...  



Oh the humanity...Snap.