Well, here I am chilling at the computer lab. Whew, it's been a loooong time, my friend. R's laptop broke down, so I haven't really had access to the Internet as of late. School is finally finishing up for me. Yay! I have an assignment for psychology that was like due on the 6th. So, that means I have to bust ass to get a good D. (They knock down a grade for each day you are late) Speaking of the 6th, did you know it was my birthday? Whoo-hoo, I am the big... none of your business. Tee-hee. It was fun. I got a nice cozy green throw blanket with a couple of fuzzy scarves. The others, I didn't like, so I am returning them. R and I went out to eat at a restaurant slash bar lounge. The food was alright. It wasn't the greatest. I was craving some wild caught halibut, but the other restaurant I wanted to go to was having a private holiday party. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I was a little pissed off at the hostess. The rude bitch didn't even have the decency to acknowledge me. Talk about poor customer service. You better believe I filled out one of those "Tell Us About Your Experience" card thingies. The waitress was cool enough. So no foul there. I love the lounge area in the bar. The cocktail waitresses wore these very classy long black dresses that had a slit up the leg. The best part about the experience was getting to sit next to the indoor fireplace that was surrounded by topaz water. The contrast of the fire and the florescent lights were amazing! I had the best glass of champagne there. *Yummy* Let's see, what else...? Oh! The tenants are finally gone!! Hell fucking YES!!! Okay, well they aren't completely gone. There are still some things I think that they have to take care of. But, I swear in a matter of like days they will be (Justine Timberland, take it away...) GONE! And then I'm going to change the locks and my phone number. Good luck moving forward on the next stage of your life. NOW, KICK ROCKS BITCH!! Apparently, Jesse has some issues with alcohol that took a turn for the worse. IMAGINE THAT?!(Sarcasm, of course.) He became pretty depressed and self destructive. He mentioned wanting to jump start his mouth with a shotgun. *What a lovely though* Shortly before that we found 4 guns in his possession. 2 glocks, a colt revolver and a semi automatic mini machine gun. At least it looked like that. Oh, he did have the barrel of a sawed off shotgun, as well. Ahem. Did I mention that the lease agreement stated "No Guns"? Man, what a fucked off degenerate. I can't stand that guy. Despite this welcomed transition of Jesse finally getting out of our life, he's still holding on and seeking support from my significant other. "Hey R, do you think you can't help me out with..." And I want to stop my feet and scream at the top of my lungs, "NO!! NO, HE CAN'T FUCKING HELP YOU WITH ANYTHING. HELP YOURSELF, GET A LIFE AND STAY THE FUCK OUT OF OURS YOU MENTALLY UNSTABLE WASTE OF SPACE. ALWAYS, WANTING FAVORS AND SHIT. HELL, DO US A FAVOR AND CEASE TO BREATHE. YOUR POLLUTING OUR AIR SUPPLY WITH YOUR VERY LIFE FORCE! THE ONLY REASON WHY g-d GAVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE, WAS BECAUSE HE WASN'T READY FOR YOU TO RETURN BACK TO HIS SOURCE." Grrr. Okay, tangent completed. I feel better now. Trust me this anger and hatred that I am directing towards him is well warrented. I can't wait until he is out of our life forever. I'm ready to move on and be done with this shit. Amen.