so i wake up to a note on the pc telling me some dumb bitch is going to come and bring people over tomorrow to show them the town house. fuck them. i dont want to have to be the person here when they do. now i have to clean everything up. and it turns out.... i always clean everything up. i love my roomate and all but he is ten times lazier than i am which is kind of scary. he didnt have a choice in this matter because he had to leave for a bowling tourny, but still, i am so tired of cleaning up after both of us. we both make a big mess. yesturday i got about 8 million fucking phone calls from everyone on the planet, all while i was trying to sleep. lets see now..... one ex-girlfriend wants me to come and visit her. she got pissed when i told her i wasnt moving back to southern cali any time soon. she asked me if i loved her and all that shite. another ex called me and told me that her birthday sucked ass because her current boyfriend is a dumb piece of shit (in my words), and a friend of hers died in the hospital from a car wreck a few days before. did i mention that the guy who died just happened to be the same fuck head who she was seeing behind my back? now that one is fucked up. no idea how to react to that one still. mother fucker. mother fucker. motherfucketr. mutherfuker. nudderbudder. ajrengreagol'treaqnahl'ntewq. another day... another day