Roach Hotel

No work today. Ahhhh the joys of bumming around the house all day in a bathrobe. It would've been nice. Instead I set my alarm for 8 am this morning to work all day next door in roach city. Well more of casino. The place has food, sleeping accommodations, fun roach games but no major utilities so its unlikely they incorporated.

My grand-parents own several rental properties including a duplex with 2 2-bedroom apts. My great-grandmother lives in one and they rent the other to losers. And I mean losers. Sometimes I thing my grandparents are retarded. The latest assholes got kicked out after being 3 months behind on their rent and causing a roast infestation. No worries, the bug guy says its only like a 40% chance they'll have to rip out walls to get rid of the problem. They left furniture, clothes, food in the fridge, a treasure map to the rest of the rent money, and a stench. The stench is interesting in the fact that it lingers in your nostril memory and is impossible to describe without using the words ass and sweat.

So being a strapping young man possessing a brain. brawn and a smile to melt your heart I am flipping the apt. HGTV should come over. I'm not putting in decorative touches and new cabinets, though I might depending on the condition of the tops. Instead, I'm waste deep in trash and roaches. So me and another guy took everything to the dump including the carpet and occasional roach that just couldn't bare to see the shag go.

Now normally the dump is a mere 5 minute drive away. On Wednesday they close at noon, so we got a nice early start to be done in time. Cept for the fact the dump is closed all day not just half. So we had to go to the one across the county. This wouldn't normally bother me. I love my county. The landscape, old people in the yard, lack of northerners etc. But the new route to the new dump passed directly by kelli's house. I worked 8 hrs straight today hauling shit, literally shit. My only rests were on the 20 minute rides to the dump, which I spent in constant thought about kelli, and how big a retard I am. Shitty day. Little if any pay with the whole family bullshit. And to top it I've spent the day thinking about the one thing I want to get out of my mind.

Luckily, I dabble in medicine and know the cure for a shitty day. Vagina. delicious hot vagina. preferably from a young buxom lass. reminds me i need to call Cara. unfortunately for me, the one girl in the world I want I'm currently no talking to. So not even a whack off while we talk about our "days" to look forward to. Guess I'll have to go with the Jesus friendly cure ( Jesus hates using vagina to cure illness). Cigarette and a double shot of maker's.

Tune in soon for

My trip to vote early

My plan to rectify the "kelli situation"

A helpful list of things to do with VCR tapes other then watch them.