That special moment when your boss is on the front page of the county paper for being arrested for showing his penis to random people in the park.

Much to my annoyance, I found Friday evening that my car battery had finally given out. I removed it Saturday with plans to go to auto parts store to get a new one on Sunday. But silly me, the bus does not run on its regular schedule on weekends and runs ahead of schedule since there is no school. So, I have been without wheeled transport and have come to the conclusion it is a pain in the ass. Tomorrow after work tho, that will be a different story. My mom offered to come up and give me a ride to the store but I told her no. She is getting over the flu and she lives an hour away at the bottom of the mountain. I could not ask her to inconvenience herself so much for such minor inconvenience suffered by me. I told her to stay at home, in bed, with lots of water. I wish I could afford an electric car. 

Around the 20th of February I filled my taxes and here it is almost 4 weeks later, I have yet to get it. I have not found anything wrong, and the IRS only lets you track it if you know the exact amount you are going to get back. Which is kind of stupid considering that most of us leave that to accountants and what have you, and they compile not only earnings, but the reams of tax receipts that I got by giving every thing I can to Goodwill.

I am counting on this money. I have been out of work for a week due to the break, so I am going to feel that at the end of the month. Another thing that pisses me off is that if it does not come by the end of the week, I can’t afford to go to the horror convention with Will. Also, I found a pistol in a pawn shop in Wilkesboro that is perfect and cheap. I laid it away but if I get my check, I can pay it off and try it out. 

Some more details of my mundane life since last I posted. I had no money to send anything to my mom for her birthday so I tried to avoid the issue until my next pay day. Between that and picking up the slack for my lazy bastard co-workers, I had to stay over 2 hours extra almost every day that week so I was exhausted. My mom called me and started telling some facetious, bitchy story of how she hoped I married some one who would remember shit so she would get fed when she is old because I am so fucking unreliable and forgetful. After making me fell like shit she hung up. What was I supposed to tell her? I came home home and went straight to bed that day because I was not allowed to leave work until I finished everything? That my co-workers did not show up?! That a 11 hour day was not tiring? Or that I didn’t have enough cash in my pocket to even send a card? Besides, cards and phone cards are just signs that you don’t care enough to send a real gift! Besides, I just love how she had to set me up and knock me down with that super hypothetical story! I wish, I wish to almighty God that she would do this shit to my dope-addict sister! Every time I slip up it is the end of the world. But a more realistic story would be her allowed to starve because her pill-head daughter and her scum bag boyfriend stole everything that wasn’t nailed down for pill money or slit her fucking throat to get it. Being emotionally neglected being the least of her worries! I am a college graduate with a not-to-glamorous but steady job and my sister is a degenerate drug addict that got her kids taken away from her, stole from family and stranger alike, and ended up in jail for 5 years. I think I am doing pretty God damned good for myself.

But, I could never do that to her and she knows it. She says that I am more like her in that we have a no-combative, gentle nature. Or it is more likely that we have a passive aggressive, bitchy nature. But the difference being that I can’t bring myself to hurt her like she hurts me. I am reminded of what Ms. Ruth, a kindly Jewish lady that I work for says. You always hut the ones you love, because they don’t abandon you as readily as others. For better or worse, you always come back. 

Fuck…

On a lighter note, After hunter visited and we watched “The 4th Kind”, I ordered a book about the Sumerian civilization, because I need to know more about them. Everyone should really, because of everything that they gave to us. 

Hopefully, my money will show up soon and I can actually have a little fun. Haru Nakajima is going to be at the convention. I need to thank him, his movies made my childhood so much more bearable. 

It has been two weeks since my forced move from my old apartment due to the flood and I have yet to get my internet connection restored. I plan to get the ball rolling on that tomorrow. 

Where to begin. The first weekend was two days straight of moving then I went work started on Monday, then not a lot got done. Then last weekend, Hunter came for a visit and stayed the weekend with me! You have no idea what it does for me to see her and be able to hug her! Its an instant cure for depression. I took her out to dinner, bought her some gifts to make up for how lackluster Christmas turned out and she introduced me to her friends who were all super cool. Since I am terrible at making first impressions, I gave them all some comics, and I gave Scape a couple of books. They seemed to really enjoy them. Its too bad some of the stuff I was going to hand out got ruined in the flood. I have made the decision to stay in my new apartment. As much as I love the nostalgia of living in Hunter’s old building because of the fond memories there, she put it best when she said we can create new memories in the new place. And she is right. Besides, it is just as close to work and it is bigger too. 

On to the bad news. I have a new nemesis at work. An aging old shithead named Sheila. She is the kind of old lady that likes to gossip, lie and talk shit about people and then pretend that she is a good little Baptist woman. It is your behavior that makes you a good person not your beliefs. Her bullshit always gets back to me either through supervisors, sympathetic coworkers or I over hear her, like I did one morning. I got back to me that she said I was afraid of her. The fuck? I called her out on it. I was preforming my usual duties and had to walk past her. I said, “I hope I can do this… YOU’RE SO SCARY!” She flew mad and ran to the supervisor and threatened to go to the Equity Office over it. I reminded her that she is the one talking shit and trying to make other employees scared of her, and that is creating the hostile work environment that HR hates. She back down. The gossip continues, but she knows not to mess you me. So fuck ‘er. 

I signed the paper work today. I will spend all weekend moving into my new place. It is clean and high above any flood zones. Also, it will only take me 10 minutes to walk to work. It will do, but I am still set on getting a room in Hunter’s old building. 

I thought about the days I help her and Yvonne move and I got a little nostalgic, and a little misty eyed. I really miss them. I still talk to Hunter and I really need to pay Yvonne a visit. Sigh…

I hope this works out better than this one. No floods or idiots. Much needed solitude. So, for those who follow me here, I will be online sporadically over the next week until I can get my own connection again. This one might go down tomorrow.

Wish me luck. 

I had to get out of town for a little while because I got really tired of floods and blizzards and assholes. So, I went to my mom’s house. 

I got my phone replaced and my car fully dried out. But there is one more victim of the flood. My Rainbow Dash cutie mark button got wet and the little graphic faded. I think I can get a new one at the same convention that one came from. It won’t be that bad. I did all my laundry too. 

The rental office is fucking me over on the clean up. I came home to find the base board heaters cranked up all the way and these big blower things in the floor. Including the base board heater i never use THAT MY BED IS RIGHT UP AGAINST! Stupid assholes! The place barely survived a flood and they try to burn it down. Any way, my and my roommate were going to be gone for the weekend so I could not leave them running. The house smelled funny when I got back but I think I was the trash. I am now burning candles and incense to cover it. I am also going to get some stuff that absorbs moister out of the air to keep it from damaging my books and stuff.

Any way, it was good hanging out with mom. Especially after wanting to talk to her so bad when I thought I was going to die. We had some good meals and went to the thrift shops. It was nice. 

The monsoon has ended and the damage could have been a whole hell of a lot worse. I think I was scared more than anything. Which is weird when i think about it. I have never really been afraid of death before. I have been in car crashes and been attacked by dogs but the flood scared me far more. I am not afraid to admit that for almost as long as I can remember I have been suicidal, I have just never acted on it. Maybe it is that it could have been a death that was not on my terms. Or, maybe it proves that I won’t ever kill myself because I am such a craven coward. Or perhaps it is the method. Drowning is a very traumatic, not fast but not that slow means of dying rather than the quick painlessness of giving my Tokarev a blow job. I don’t know. Maybe a brush with death made me feel more alive. But I always remember how crappy and pointless my existence is. 

There is one girl, she knows who she is, who I would keep going for. She knows that if she leaves this world I will follow her into the next immediately after. 

I guess she is my strength that way.

It is FLOODING is the MOUNTAINS! the creek near my apartment block broke it’s banks and carried off one can and our trash dumpster!

I decided to move my car before anything bad could happen to it, I got it to the Food Lion parking lot with some luck and a little determination. Then I had to walk back. The water was waist deep and cold as hell. My phone got ruined in the process and I had to rely on my friends online to call my mom so she would not worry about me.

I am not afraid to admit that I was scared as hell for a while. Water crept in under the door and got the kitchen floor wet, the back is still dry and water is coming up my bathtub drain. It looks like the worst is over, The water looks like it is starting to recede and hopefully be at a safer level by the morning. I am going to have a fucking adventure getting to work tomorrow. Class will most likely be canceled but I still will expected to be there and I need the damn money. 

The only thing that worries me now is my car. It was giving me a battery warning flash on the way out to safety. And, when I open the door to get in the floor board got quite a bit of water in it. I think it should be fine and I can vacuum the water out. It has probably ruined some things like Scape’s comic I have yet to give him, but that can be replaced. 

I felt the angry hand of God tonight. I saw the scariest side of Mother Nature. I admit, I was scared. But now, I am glad that the damage was so light and that normality will come with the dawn.

I can’t wait til I get my place on the hill. No roommate, no floods, just peace and quiet.

Radio Blue Heart, still alive, still broadcasting…