Bad Blogging Week

Just wanted to know that I had not blogged up a storm and then decided to coast after taking all your money from you.

No, this is desperation time as regards finding a new hovel. Well, not desperation, but I'm wigged out, and sick of looking at places, and just thinking right now a cardboard box doesn't sound half bad. That's why I disappear every night.

And today... well, today I wasn't out apartment hunting. I was just up way too early (for me, and considering I ddin't knock off till 3 am) because the damn blinds were wide open and a gorgeous shaft of brilliant morning sunlight stabbed me right in the fucking eyes and photon-fucked my brain.

So I compensated by drinking a lot of coffee and iced tea, and then got too jittery to even think clearly.

It's a good thing I don't like drugs. I've got the perfect mentality for a hardcore addict. Take more -- much, much more! It'll make you feel better if you just take some more!

So, just to let you know, no, I'm not really taking a break from blogging voluntarily. Just trying to keep myself off the street.

Question: What's the politest way to say, "No, to be perfectly honest, I could not possibly give a shit less what the fucking basement looks like"?

Hmm. Let me guess. A lot of concrete and crossbeams and frigging beat-to-shit bicycles that got put into storage in 1992. Oh, look, a Huffy. I haven't seen one of those since we were all pretending George Michaels dug on pooter.

Oh, and look-- waterbugs. Do I pay extra, or are they included with heat and hot water?

posted by Ace at 05:00 PM

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