All the errands I have to run this week are over. That is a good thing. The bad news is my douche bag roommate came home a day early. But, he is working all through Christmas so I don’t have to put up with him that much. His arrival was like an ill wind. Quite literally, that is. I try to use the heat as little as possible because it is expensive. That asshole will leave for hours on end with it left on. A safety and monetary fuck up. After getting the chill out of the house, I turned off the heat. He bust in the door and leaves it hanging open while he made three trips to bring in his stuff. Then he wondered why it was so cold it here! Its 39F/4C outside, with wind and rain! Any temperature difference should be good enough. Besides, the bastard never takes off his shoes or flannel shirt. On top of that, he is a snowboard instructor, can’t he take a little cold?!
Other than that, I have started taking stuff back to mom’s house for safe keeping when I move into a different apartment. The scumbag keeps asking when I plan to let him see the rest of my movie collection as if I am some how obligated to do so. Movie watching is not included in the rent. But, my old roommate had also told him that he could sleep on the mattress to MY futon. He seems to think he is entitled to that as well. Shit head…
I used to consider myself fairly hippie-ish but now that I am around hippies more I realize how much I hate them. Hunter S. Thompson was right. They lack the political conviction of the New Left and they lack the artistic core or the beat movement, and the intellectualism of both (even though some good music and fashion came out of it). For the most part they are a bunch of bourgeois trust fun babies that take up causes and act like they care until the time comes for them to graduate, cut their hair and start a new job as a junior manager at their parent’s business. I am reminded of that episode of South Park where they sit around listening to Jam Band music and smoking pot while think that doing so is going to change the world. Throw a brick or a malatov or something! Get mad! Do anything!
Most of these idiots will where a shirt with Che Guevara on it and have no real clue who he was or what he stood for. Its sad really. There is a book by Noam Chomsky at the used book store. I think I will get it tomorrow.
