"Crisis Culture"

Recently I read a post on my sister's page about some doctor who wrote a letter to the president. Here is the link to that letter:

http://spotlight.vitals.com/2009/10/dr-roger-starner-jones-muses-crisis-culture/

his letter inspired me to also write a letter to the president. Here it is.

Dear Mr. President,

I am not a rich white male doctor. I am just a concerned citizen who grew up in a poor family. I have many friends who are single mothers who benefit greatly from social welfare programs. Medicaid does not concern me. What concerns me is Medicare. What is up with all the senior citizens using their Medicare to buy expensive wheel chairs that can take them to the Grand Canyon? After all, they did have at least 65 years to get to the Grand Canyon when their legs still worked. I mean what the fuck is really going on here? My hard earned tax dollars are going to these old folks who have cancer and other old ailments, and dentures. Psh. There is not a health care crisis going on. I mean even though THERE IS a shortage of nurses and health care workers and social workers and THERE IS a shortage of money for WORTHY education in POOR ASS parts, it's obviously not an issue of politics, or a recession, or even just 8 fucking years of GEORGE BUSH and many many republicans not giving a shit about anyone who makes less than a quarter of a million dollars a year, this is an issue of our culture what we find important. Going to the Grand Canyon is not important. Buying 20 pairs of KEDs sneakers, argyle sweater vests, Fake teeth, hundreds of prescriptions for god knows what (they are probably just drug seekers) is not important.

This is a culture that thinks I can go where ever I want in my pricey hover round because the country will take care of me. As soon as you get this situation of erratic pricey wheel chair spending down then I will be on board and support the nation.

Love always,
An ignorant citizen.

Just Kidding!

If someone wrote this (about senior citizens)...it would be an outrage. So why is it not an outrage when some white/male/doctor/rich writes a letter about a (black) woman who has medicaid? First of all, she does not represent the whole population. Second of all, if you're going to bitch about someone "abusing" something in the system you might as well bitch about everyone who is abusing the system. And third, you're a fucking doctor, you probably had rich parents and went to a really nice public school. You probably didn't grow up in the ghetto. You probably know nothing about 'tough times.'

So what if she has tattoos and gold tooth? What if her friend is a tattoo artist and did all those tats in her basement? What if she got that gold tooth 10 years ago? And even if she does smoke a pack of cigs a day it doesn't mean 'we the people' are going to be paying for her lung transplant!

I wonder how this asshole feels about people with aids or HIV. He probably thinks that women who are raped were probably asking for it. Honestly I think this guy looks like a smug motherfucker who probably hates a lot of things about a lot of people. People who probably like his stupid ignorant letter to the President.

By his standards any single person who has a tattoo should not receive any help from the government. I guess that includes a shit ton of people in the military, because lets face it-buying expensive things means you don't care about your health-and I can think of lots of military, police, emts, fire fighters, gov workers, who buy expensive things and have tattoos and drink alcohol and smoke cigs- SO all these people also don't deserve any help from the government.

How about we HIRE more social workers so more investigations can be done on those that do abuse the system. How about we put MORE money into education and poor neighborhoods and community centers with after school programs. How about we tell smug assholes to go fuck themselves when they write ignorant letters to the president and getting overwhelmingly popular on facebook for it.

The real culture crisis here is that someone can make a video on youtube and become as famous the US president or the Pope. The real crisis is that kids can recite justin beiber lyrics yet they don't know who Shakespeare or John Steinbeck are.

my childhood.

Downtime/alone time was made extra special with my Barbie fashion plate coloring set.



Sitting on grannie's shag carpet watching Inspector Gadget. That is how I remember holidays.



I also had this thing that would hold a piece of paper and it would spin it and I would squeeze paint on the paper as it spins. I guess it's called Spin Paint, or something like that. All the images in the internet have of this so called "spin paint" are not like the one I had.

Fun for the whole family.

Trapper Keeper. Hell to the yes.

Now it all makes sense.

I've been on a non stop search to find something that actually warms my black heart of ice. That search can finally end.

Your advice sucks.

It's amazing how many dumb ass remedies there are out there for cramps. But then I realize that many women who have cramps and who suggest taking a warm bath followed by a long nap- don't have Endometriosis. I wish I could take a long nap to get rid of cramps. I wish a warm bath cured my pain. Here is what your normal remedies do for me when I'm cramping up:

1. Your warm bath is my boiling hot bath, because I'd rather feel like my skin is burning then feel the pain of my uterus, but alas the water turns less hot too quickly.

2. I can only sleep with cramps if I use vicodin or sleep aids. And even they don't last very long.

3. Your heating pad or thermawraps is my heating pad without the protective sleeve on the highest setting. I have permanent burn marks on my stomach and back under the skin from loving that heating pad too much.

4. Do crunches or sit ups? Yeah right, now that's fucking hilarious. Sometimes I can't even walk people.

5. Avoid chocolate and alcohol. Getting massively drunk seems to make me forget I'm in pain. Eating chocolate at least satisfies my craving of chocolate.

6. Take midol? All Midol is is aspirin and caffeine! I need something stronger. I need a narcotic, a muscle relaxer and some xanax. That way I'm in less pain, my uterus is more relaxed and if that doesn't help at least i wont care that i'm in pain.

7. Meditate? That is even funnier. Next time someone tells me that I'm going to tell them to meditate while being stabbed and see how successful they are.

8. Oh love this one, "stay away from red meat." People who have bad cramps tend to have heavy bleeding, red meat is full of iron and protein, the most important things a woman needs while she is menstruating! Unless she wants to become anemic of course.

9. Don't drink milk? I don't, and I still have cramps motherfucker.

10. Have sex. While I do agree with this one, actually I don't. I lied. I think it feels better for the time being bc you're busy thinking about something else. BUT I think this only applies to semi bad cramps. When I have cramps I lay there and cry for hours on end. It's like I'm in the worst pain of my life. Every time I feel like a baby should be coming out of me or something. So yeah I'm not really in the mood to get down and dirty when I'm in that much pain.

All the other remedies are stupid. The only one I can come up with is patience. Just wait until the pain is over. Wait it out. If you've taken advil or tylenol and nothing works, just wait it out. Eventually you'll feel better. Unless you have endometriosis then you're probably always in pain and you're used to waiting it out anyway.

12 and Pregnant

I just watched four consecutive hours of "16 and Pregnant." I'm not really sure why. I guess mtv shows are the only thing Safari on Windows Vista will play without completely fucking up everything. And I wasn't about to watch Cribs or some stupid dating show or some show about fake italians who need to seriously, seriously be shot- or worse sent to Iraq to learn how to shut the fuck up. Anyway...

The whole premise of 16 and pregnant is supposed to show teenagers that getting preggo while in high school is a bad idea and makes your life very very hard. It's supposed to be birth control. Yet I think MTV does a horrid job of de-glamorizing teen pregnancy. All the girls tend to have rich parents who are push overs and we see yet another generation of grandparents raising babies. All the girls are treated like shit by their stupid boyfriends-yet they stick around because "it's better for the baby." Um no it's not, it's ten thousand times worse. Plus they repeat the phrase better for the baby over and over and over yet none of them, except one or two, actually do the best thing for the baby and give it up for adoption. Some of the girls continue to party and have unprotected sex because believe it or not having a baby doesn't make you smarter. It doesn't rearrange your brain. It doesn't change anything about you biologically, it doesn't change your DNA. And it certainly does make a 16 year old selfish spoiled brat an Adult. You can't claim to be an adult when you A. rely on your parents, B. Still in high school or dropped out but still have no high school equivalent diploma, C. complain and cry that you can't go to prom because you're pregnant or bc you have a new born to take care of. Adults don't cry because they can't go shopping at the mall because they have a family of three to feed and bills to pay.

Seriously like get the fuck over yourself. So then MTV plays this stupid show and stupid girls watch it but I don't think it prevents them from having unprotected sex because teenagers think they are invincible. They think that getting preggo at 16 would never happen to them, and if it did-that it would be perfect.

I want mtv to show a a 16 year old get pregnant and have a miscarriage 6 months into it. That is real life. I want mtv to show a single mom who is 16 living on the streets with her baby-or in a shelter. Or even just one of these girls on her own and incredibly broke and bills piling higher and higher. That is real life. I watch all my friends who got pregnant at a young age. "16 and pregnant" glorified the shitty times by showing young girls that parents swoop in and become free daycare, and that it's ok to married at 17 to a guy you're only with because you have a child together.

And what's really sad is ten years from now the show will be called 12 and Pregnant and it will be a norm in our society to see tweens preggo. Tweego is what we'll call it. And mtv will glorify that shit too.

Land of Shut the Fuck Up.

So this is a bumper sticker on my car. Compared to my other stickers it's pretty chillax and non-offensive. At least that's what I thought, until some stupid fucking douche bag in the airforce WROTE all over it tonight. Look if you're going to write on someone's car in permanent marker it better be something that actually argues with the message not just information about yourself. So basically all they wrote was what division they were in, in the airforce. I'd like to start by saying that this sticker has nothing to do with the MILITARY. And I don't give a flying fuck that you were in the military and that you killed a bunch of people to protect something you don't have and never will, which is freedom. Second of all in your narrow dumb ass mind you are free and you fought for freedom which includes FREEDOM OF MOTHERFUCKING SPEECH asshole. If you don't like the message my car portrays then don't look at it-don't fucking write on it. Or even better write a note on a piece of paper and leave it under my windshield, or even better yet sit there and wait for me to come out to my car so you can talk to me in person about what that message means to you.

Chances are if I have politically liberal stickers on my car I don't give a fuck what your last job was and I'll probably just removed your stupid message as soon as I get my hands on some nail polish remover (which was done the minute I got home.)

So whoever did that can go fuck themselves and then maybe get a book and read it. Educate yourself. Do us all a favor and learn something before you open your mouth.

Boring Schmoring.

Why is it when I look up other people's blogs in the Louisville area, they are boring as hell. Is every 20 something female in LV married with kids? And if they are not, they are jesus freaks.

Mia Zapata is buried at the same cemetery as Colonel Sanders. That is a big deal, and how did I not remember that she was from Louisville? Maybe because it meant nothing to me at the time.

Ughmmmmmmmmmmm, been watching a lot of Hal Hartely lately, I like his writing and directing style, I respond well and cant seem to get enough once the movie is over. Plus he has a knack for Parker Posey- which makes me like him even more. Last night we watched (and this is unrelated) The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus and I just don't know how I felt about the movie. Side note..my cat just shit in her box and the whole apartment smells now. Anyway the story seemed to be a crazed mess, but the visuals were good.

It's already 3 pm, where the fuck has the day gone:/

Harry Spatula Trash-can Man

Since I didn't take a picture of what I saw, I drew it.

Too many holes, too many holes.

Why are rich white people so annoying? I wish they would all just blow up or something. Seriously it seems like all medical professionals and the like treat me like I am scum because I have tattoos. Example: today at the dentist all the dental assistants looked at me like trash and seemed pretty irritated that I dare show my tatted up body in the their rich white dental office. I'm sure most of their patients are having affairs and are addicted to Vicodin. But no- I'm the one with the problem. And since I had two cavities I obviously had a mouth full of cavities. Gawd. Go fuck yourself.

And then they were going to overcharge me the receptionist was like, "do you want to call your parents so they can give me their credit card number?" Um, I'm 23 and I live 1500 miles away from home in mother-fucking kentucky, do you really think my parents are in the mood to pay for my cavities? I left without paying for a damn thing, and without getting any damn holes filled.

My best friends.

It's angry and yes it does hate you.

Grunge Hippies Are on to Something

Can someone please fill me in on why the hell laundromats are so expensive these days? I can understand if said laundromat has upgraded to really nice washers that practically behave like robots and dryers that can 'sense' when the clothes are dry, but what about washers that are from the 19-fucking-70s and vibrate dangerously during the spin cycle in a way that tells you to stand back or die.. I just went to a laundromat that charged 2.50 for the regular old crappity crap washers. Then there is the crappy dryers where the heat setting goes to like 800 degrees, and they just burn your clothes and damage the fuck out of them, and it's like 25 cents for 5 minutes. To wash and dry one load of laundry is about 3.50.

If I only did one load a week that would be totally chill in my book, but I'm not an 18 year old boy who washes all color and fabrics together so it's so not ok! I have one load of whites, one of dark, one of colors, two loads of towels, and every now and then I'll wash my comforter. I include the sheets with the whites. My boyfriend has one load of colors, he adds his whites and darks to my loads. So all together that is 6 normal loads, which comes out to 21 bucks give or take a couple quarters. And every now and then it's probable 28 bucks because it takes 7 bucks to wash and dry my comforter. 20 bucks of laundry seems pricey so we end up doing it every ten days or so. There are three sets of ten in one month, that's 60 bucks of laundry every month. And some months it will be closer to 70 bucks. Plus the cost of detergent and dryer sheets which I don't even want to get into because detergent is way too pricey these days.

So that's 750 dollars a year just to do laundry at a laundromat, that does not include the cost of supplies. I could buy a dented washer and dry for that amount. Seriously, how depressing. But I guess the silver lining is that if we went to the odd sock laundry which is 50 cents cheaper we would save over one hundred dollars, OR
we could by a washboard and save over 700 dollars.



If it's good enough for the Amish, it's good enough for me.

Update Schmupdate .

My head is so filled with bullshit problems of two year old children that I have nothing to say. For the past two months I have been strapped for cash, adding more and more debt onto my credit card, lecturing my boyfriend to get a fucking job already (and it's not that I'm angry, because I'm not, he just needs to hurry up and settle for some crap job because I cannot keep our heads above water any longer), and dealing with screaming two year olds who suck at life because their parents should not have had kids.

I already want to leave Kentucky. After a year or so I will get the itch to move again and again until I realize that there is no place like home. If only I had red sparkly shoes that would me there instead of a 400 plane ticket. If only.

Go Fish.

If you're going to spend your night doing something relaxing after a terribly unrelaxing day, I suggest you spend a couple hours..or maybe thirty minutes looking up all the different species of gold fish. I'm kind of obsessed with gold fish. Why? Because no one actually ever owns one. They are usually the fish of choice in movies and television shows, yet whenever I go to a pet store gold fish are never on the menu. In fact the only fish that ever seem to be for sale are Beta fish..which are fucking annoying and overrated and you can't even have them in the same bowl because they kill each other.

I've always loved the gold fish from Pinocchio, Cleo, but have never been able to figure out her species, and it's not like I tried very hard either. She is in fact a Veiltail Goldfish.


I found maybe three good pictures, all horrible sizes, of veiltails on the internet, which strikes me a bit odd. I thought that you could find anything of the internet, apparently "they" meant everything but goldfish.

Panda Goldfish. Seriously this fish is badass.


The Bubble Eye Gold fish is a loner because it looks like this, and it feels how it looks.


The Celestial Eye Goldfish has less puffiness but more confusion in the eyes.
Comet gf are boring. Dude Egg Fish Goldfish look like Gingers or miniature Carrot-tops, but less annoying.


Lionchus are fat and scary. Lionheads are even worse. You know when you're allergic to peanuts and you eat a handful and your whole face swells up..and then you also have welts on your face and maybe your skin is melting? That is a Lionhead Goldfish.
See what I mean?

Pearlscale Goldfish sound like they would be fabulous but instead they look like fat birds (read baby chicken) with polkadots (or a skin disease). I-kid-you-not.


Pompoms have a bunch of crap on their nose. Ranchus are boring. Ryukins however are not. See below.


And all the other ones...don't have pictures because they are that special. But the teleccope eye goldfish have lots of pictures.

Like this one.

Look at that look on it's face. Sometimes I feel like that too.

Did you know that their color pigmentation is a direct response to light? If left in the dark for long periods of time they become grey. For realz. Oh yeah and they are intelligent motherfuckers.

OMFG! It says goldfish can learn to limbo, play fetch and SOCCER. Who writes this shit? I love it.


See! I told you so.

I am S-M-R-T!

I finally gots me a JORB!!!!!!!!!! Go me. Now I can actually like pay rent and get the.fuck.away.from.my.house.

Lucy.

We got a kitten.




And she's too cool for school.

Mind F*ck.

I don't want to start this, but I have to. Once I start I will not be able to stop in fear of leaving important details out. This may not be important to anyone, but it is important to me, and I think the universe would not be the same without it. You may wonder what it is that I am going to write, but in the end you may still not know what it is that I wrote. Does that make sense? Probably not. After today not much makes sense anymore. How could I have lived for 23- almost 24 years, and not known of its existence? Is it God? Definitely not. But does it have the same "Ahhh" and "Oooo" factor of the Christian God? Definitely. At least in my opinion it does.

It all started when I looked at my bedroom floor today. I noticed that my laundry pile was not getting any smaller and even though I sat down with my clothes and told them to get with the 21st century and wash themselves they had not obliged. Insert sigh here. "We should definitely go to the laundromat today" I told Shawn. I looked up the directions on mapquest. There were other laundromats closer but they had all negative reviews and this one had none.

Odd Sock Laundry. From the outside it looked completely normal and there were hardly any cars parked in front, so we knew we had a good chance of scoring some empty washers.

Odd Sock Laundry. Let's break down the name shall we. Odd Sock. Laundry. Odd. Sock. Laundry. That pretty much sums up the place. But there is so much more to tell you. The details may make your head explode. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I can't even begin to describe the decor in this place let alone the wallpaper. It was completely outdated. Flowers and weird crisscross vines everywhere. Big blue and pink flowers. I believe the background color used to be white but is now tan.

We bring our baskets in and look for an open washer. I see three. I load three loads in tell Shawn to get some quarters when I notice that these machines do not take quarters. They take tickets. Shawn pays for 5 tickets. The tickets themselves are clear plastic with black formations on them. I feel like they used to belong inside computers or were props from The Matrix. We find a washer on the other side that takes quarters, not tickets. And after hunting around I find a 5th washer that is free. All of the washers are old. Very very old (that may explain why most of the washers are out of order). But they don't have complicated settings. So you don't have to sit there and figure out what fabric types you have, or what temperature the wash or rinse should be. You just put the clothes and detergent in, insert your ticket and that's it.

At this point I have seen two random socks in different places just hanging out. And by the end of the whole experience I see a few more socks. I wonder to myself if someone really did forget their sock or if the owners are trying to be funny. Then I meet the owner. A small feisty Asian woman who is seriously nosy and seriously distant at the same time. she pops back in the large room from time to time to tell us something and then disappears into a dark abyss. If this were a castle, her guards would be piles of laundry that lead into a dark room with a sign above the entrance that reads "tanning customers only." Wait a minute..this laundromat doubles as a tanning salon? I try to inquire further but I can't see anything that would point the answer to yes. ALL I see is piles of laundry.

Next to the washers are three quarter machines (two have assorted shitty plastic rings and toys, and the other has gumballs- which are probably petrified at this point) and there is an empty cigarette machine. Across from this area of crap is what looks to me like an indoor chicken coup. Painted green. Inside this pseudo chicken coup are two tables. Oh and by the way, it looks like there is no way to get into the little chicken wired up room either. On one of the tables are a bunch of porcelain figurines. They look like they were bought at Family Dollar. Are they for sale? Are they there just to look at? Who the fuck knows.

I pick up a magazine and proceed to the "Gaming Area" where "No children are allowed" which totally makes sense... Anyway, there is a pool table with two pool cubes. One has duck tape holding it together. The pool table has about fifty (read 3) large padlocks on the part that you put quarters in. Classy. The gaming area has a very very tacky set of outdoor patio furniture, with very very tacky cushions of things I could not make out. Some of them had flowers but some had what looked like horses or maybe dogs doing who knows what and who knows where. I seriously sat there for five minutes staring at the cushion and I still don't know what the hell was going on.

There are three video arcade games from at least 1985 and they are all out of order. Big surprise. The bathroom also had no toilet paper. There is a coke machine and even though it is plugged in and making that "I'm on and working" sort of noise, I still don't take my chances. Not to mention all of the cans in the display windows are crushed. Which is kind of weird to me. I mean if you're going to display something to represent which soda you're selling shouldn't it be a nice representation? Maybe not. Who knows.

And last but not least, there is a toy claw machine. Here were the toys that were inside: one gray cat in a compromising position, one naked troll holding a baseball bat, one tidy teddy bear wedged in the corner, one red fish with a look that screams "GET ME OUT OF HERE", one dirty raccoon, two baby donald ducks in sailor outfits, an alien basketball player from the movie Space Jam, one rainbow dog, one pink bear with a tie that amazingly enough matches the wallpaper, one purple gorilla who appears to be wearing bondage gear, a green person with a twirly mustache and top hat, one very large pink mouse and something very fury in a plastic bag buried at the bottom.

After staring at the toys for much, much too long I checked my clothes. I added some fabric softener and before I could finish I noticed the over abundance of fake plants ALL around me. Fake palm trees and flowers galore. Then I noticed a pile of PVC pipes and a door with no where to go. There were also two broken televisions with no remotes in sight. Oh did I mention there was also a copy machine? You know just in case you had to make copies. Apparently the place had WIFI too, but I seriously doubt that is true.

My clothes are done. Now to just find some dryers to dry them! Seems like an easy enough task. Nope. Most of the dryers are ta-da! out of order. The owner must know this because she scurries past me to unload two dryers thus making them free for us. Shawn gets more quarters and we sit and wait for the clothes to dry. The dryers are also straight out of a 1970's movie.

I don't think anyone else in the city is aware of this laundromat. We were after all the only ones in there. But maybe the residents of LV are fans of the drop off laundry service, hence the piles of clothes everywhere.

As I'm finally unloading my clothes to fold someone calls the main line. She answers "Hi may I help you?" so quick it sounds like all she has said is "himayhelpoo." She listens for ten seconds then puts the phone down to unload another dryer. I can hear the person on the other line talking non stop. Then she comes back to the phone and hangs it up. Alrighty then. I put my clothes in the rolly basket and head to a clear counter. Shawn takes his clothes by the pile and heads towards the counter. The woman informs Shawn that he can use the rolly basket too. He says 'okay' but does not take her advice.

All the clothes are folded up. We now have clean clothes, two plastic skull rings that fit neither of our fingers, and an image imbedded in our brains that we cannot, will not, ever forget. We leave.

I imagine 6 months from now, Shawn and I being regulars at this mind fuck of a place. The asian woman knows us by name and sometimes has yummy treats for us. We all laugh and be merry and all shit. But for now she is the Asian lady at the Odd Sock and we are the weird white couple who didn't know what laundry tickets were.

$$$$$$$uck.

So today I found out that my checking account was somehow hacked and all my money is gone. Not saying that much money was in there to begin with but nonetheless it's gone. This happened just in time because I'm pretty sure I have a cavity that needs filling because my tooth is less comfortable than usual. Now I have to wait two or even. . . three fucking weeks to hopefully get my money back. And then I can go fix this tooth. I hope my mouth can last that long. I guess this is what credit cards are for. Even though I just charged 100 or so, for internet and another 20 bucks today for a couple groceries. WHY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? Why anyone? I loathe people who steal from other poor people. I don't get it. Not only did this person steal from me, but they bought stuff from other countries which then charged more to my card for international purchase fees.

So I wrote a letter to the person who stole from me.

Dear person's name I do not wish to ever know,

I hate you. You ruined my day. I doubt you give a shit. Because that is the kind of person you are. Today was special for me because I finished fixing up my kitchen. I painted it seafoam green and last night I painted a shelf white. And my boyfriend put the shelf up today. We hung the curtains today too. And the internet guy came and hooked up my WIFI and it seemed like today was going to be really good. My sister finally got to see a good doctor today because her original doctor (and my old dr as well) is a complete bitch and no one should ever have to see her. It seemed like things were really looking up for me and Shawn and my sister. And then I logged onto my banking account online and there you were. Sitting all nonchalant like nothing just happened. All your purchases that didn't make any sense whatsoever, I mean what does Internec even mean anyway? And other one was just letters and numbers. And international charges? What the fuck? Seriously? Well I'm glad that you got to spend some money to buy some bullshit in a different country. I hope Karma doesn't waste time before it kicks your ass back to last wednesday. Literally. I seriously hope the universe does a summersault and swallows you in a time warp conundrum so that you get stuck in last wednesday and cannot get out. I hope you rot there. I mean if you're going to get stuck in any day why would you want to be stuck in wednesday of the first week of April? Wouldn't you rather get stuck in Christmas Day? Yeah, my point exactly.

Anyway, like I said I hate you. But I chose to not let you ruin my day. Instead of moping around all day like you had planned for me, I went to the library. And I checked out some really cool cds and some fun books. Then I went to the store. Then I came home and I ate some candy. And although that candy irritated the tooth that probably has a cavity and needs some dentist lovin' I still am in a good (well better) mood then I should have been in. So fuck you mr. mysterious person who sucks at life.

Sincerely,

Me.

Thank you Jesus....Martinez.

We have moved to Louisville. No more bastard roommates to steal our shit and make our lives hell. If anyone reads this blog and lives outside of the Cincinnati area watch out for them, for they may be looking for new roommates. They may be on the prowl for their next victims.

Beware: If you see a tall fat guy with ten leather pouches around his neck (who has a knack for stealing from Radioshack and Kroger)and is with a girl is short and stalky who looks perfectly normal and has a quaint little giggle but the look of death, do not, I repeat DO NOT fall for it. Run in the other direction as fast as you can. And alert your city zoo keepers that a couple of Hyenas have broken lose. And then give them the description above.

Louisville is so far windy and warm. But I've been trapped without my car with a cash flow problem. One of those has been solved so I can start to explore the city again with my eyes and not with my wallet. Except for the occasional vintage find that my heart cannot live without. That is something that LV has that Cincy does not; fabulous thrift stores on every corner.

Now I have to go live so I can find something interesting to write about. My downstairs neighbors who might be crackpots are a possibility of interest. Until next time, see you later alligator.