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.

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.