The Chinaman who peed on my rug….

"That rug really tied the room together." I wish I was half as cool as the Dude.

I have an announcement to make: No. More. Roommate.

As of 3:08 pm yesterday afternoon, I am back to living solo.

FUCK YES. /jig

I can now walk around my apartment in my underwear. All the fucking time.

Actually, I should clarify since having a roommate has never stopped me from carousing about naked. I can now walk around in my underwear without ANY weird looks. Except maybe when I stand in front of my sliding glass door. The German neighbor really hates that.

On a side note, I don’t believe I’ve smoked pot all week. Of course, potheads are notorious for forgetting. I very well may have and not remembered.

Not that the lack of smoking is an accomplishment of some sort. I’m quite comfortable with my green status. Its a mere observation.

I went to the library with Stu…but decided against picking up the books everyone suggested (yeah, that’s right. I’m talking about you) till I go to my dads. Reading material will be essential.

I decided against an apprenticeship at the Tat parlor. While I was visiting, a Newman (from Seinfeld) look alike came in, wanting a tattoo of a sword stuck in a plate of jello cake. …..Really?! As if that wasn’t bad enough, they had to shave his back for this wonderful art concoction. Yes, I know that shaving is a part of the Tattoo process. But this man’s back would make Bigfoot envious. It was ridiculous.

PLUS…I’ve never shaved anyone nor plan to start. The owner and I talked about it after the jello juggalo left and I told him there was no way I have the patience or the stomach. I simply cannot place a permanent piece of ridiculous artwork on someone. I get the whole "freedom of expression." but I have a problem with "expressing" my opinion when something is stupid.