I called my friend Hunter’s old land lord and inquired if he had any openings. He said that he would have apartments opening up starting in January and all through to the spring. I asked him if her building had any openings in particular and he said yes.

THANK GOD. 

My roommate finds new and interesting ways to suck. Tonight I have a headache from a combination of the stink of weed smoke and his loud bassy music that falls into the category of “retard with a mixing board” genre. When he first moved in and started playing that shit he kept saying “Its ok! Its not dub step!” like that some how makes this shit bearable. There really is no difference between dub step or glitch or house or electro or any of that club shit. It probably all sounds like Mozart when you are strung out on ecstasy. I’m going to buy the son of a bitch some headphones and hope he uses them. I hate his music and I can’t smoke pot anymore because of my job.

Also his friends are all sketch balls. Four of them came shuffling in. They were in his room for about 20 minutes and then they were gone. He tells me that he just smokes and does not deal, but sometimes I wonder. They weren’t here long enough to just smoke. They made me uncomfortable, so calmly got up, put on my coat, went to my room, put my pistol in one of my coat pockets and kept my hand on it in case something went wrong. If any of these bastards break in on us because of him, there is going to be hell to pay.

Its raining and snowing now. The ratio of rain to snow changes every couple of hours but no matter what is falling from the sky it is serving to make the day more and more miserable. 

The adverse weather made Hunter call off her visit, but that is for the best. I do not want her to risk her safety. That is the most important. 

I had to venture out into the mess because one of my tires has a slow leak. It cost me $15 to get it patched. At least I did not spend 80 on a new tire. 

To compound my problems I am sick. I am not sure if it is flu or not, but I have already started to medicate myself. My asshole roommate found my Jager and drank most of it. He offered to let me have some of his shitty beers as compensation, but there is a reason I never stole any of his. I grabbed some cough syrup from the dollar store and mixed it with my Dr. Pepper. It is starting to work. 

One of his loser friends spent the night last night and he is hanging around again today. If he wants to stay again I am putting my foot down and making him leave. I already have one degenerate hippie living here with no signature on the lease I will be damned if I am going to put up with another, short term or long. They have been blasting music all afternoon. Some awful crap that they try to defend by saying “it’s not dub step!” as if I cared. Its that talentless shit that is made with mixing boards and drum machines, no actual instruments played or notes written. What ever it is, dub step, glitch, house, whatever. The only thing that changes about it is what kind of club its played in and what mind-numbing drugs people take to dance to it mindlessly for hours on end.