i have a good life. i always forget that i do. sometimes what i write on here is just little reminders to me that i should be happy about what i have. we always want more or different than what we have. problem is i never look back at the old posts. they bore me. sorry if i bore you all the time.
our power went out for a while here. and we were sitting in the basement here talking about the “forensic files” and trying to concoct the perfect murdrrrr. my buddy was saying that you have to pull out the teeth and toss the body into the sea. that way they cant match dental records.
i say stab the guy with an icesickle and toss him into a volcano. no fuss no muss.
our boss was overhearing us and said, blood would get all over you either way so we’d have to toss our clothes in the volcano too, but most active volcanos, he said, suddenly an expert, are much smaller than we think and a body wouldn’t fit into one of those holes and if it did it would probably come shooting out right away. plus theres always a lot of people near active volcanos. tourists.
then we thought that we could just rent a plane, strap a parachute to him and toss him out into some remote area and pretend that he was parachuting. but then the boss said, “all they’d do once they found him would be to ask all the skydiving companies if they remembered such a man, and what the hell were they doing parachuting in the rocky mountains?”
so there you go. ain’t no perfect crime.
makes you wonder how OJ got away with it.
that’s right, the gloves didn’t fit.
tomorrow me and ashley are going to catch a matinee of “sleeping beauty” at the el capitan in hollywood. it cost $10 but apparently it’s worth it cuz its such a great theatre. and all the kids get dressed up and have a little parade before the show. i like little kids. mostly i like their honesty. i also like they’re lies cuz they’re pretty creative, but i like how if you give a kid something new to eat and he hates it he’ll make a face and spit it out right there.
we need to stop teaching our kids how to lie, i mean how to be polite.
so many times people will say nice things to me and i wont believe them, i think they’re trying to be polite.
then when they say mean things i wont believe that either, i think they’re just trying to protect themselves.
the only person who i really believe is the owner of my apartment who is very honest about being a cheap bastard and not wanting to fix any of my shit. hes a terrible businessman. i pay so little rent its insane. such a great place too. he could get double, easily. so he caught me the other day outside and asked me if i ever considered moving out.
i thought to myself how much i would like a hot tub again, and a dishwasher, etc. but really i love my pad and i love that two of my friends lived there before me and i love the time ive lived there. its been great. this blog started there.
so i told the guy, who’s younger than me, i think. that yes, i would consider moving.
he said, i could make it beneficial to you, financially.
and i said i had to run, but i would think about it.
and i have thought about it. $7,500 and im out.
he’d make that off my place in 8 months if i was out of there and he could charge double.
with the money i could have first and last of another pad, and downpayment for a snoop deville.
strange that a guy who would want to kick me out of my own home, might just be the one who helps finance my dream car.
have a good weekend, superstars.