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Haut Court Vendredi

I found today that someone had pried off the harley-davidson emblem from the front of my fender on my bike sometime, I don't know exactly. I wish I hadn't bought the 2003 100th anniversary edition and instead bought the 2002 one, or better yet, the 2004 one which doesn't have a goddamn carburetor on it.

maybe this is cosmic justice for stealing hood ornaments off of cars in middle school. If so, I'd like for the guy to get treated the way my dad 'treated' me when I got caught by the cops doing it.

I can't wait until I have a REAL job and can afford to live in a neibhborhood without low-income scum. I'm going to buy the shittiest house in the nicest neighborhood I can afford, and then fix the house up over 5-10 years; whatever it takes to live next to upper middle-class, I'm going to do it.

Tomorrow I may be going over to Magnolia, TX to an all-day swordfighting sparring thing, as I was pretty much too sick yesterday to even go to the regular class. I need some experience, and frankly I need to have the shit beaten out of me now and again to maintain my sanity.

It's kind of weird how the people at UTMB kind of check out early on Fridays, at least mentally. That is to say, everyone's somewhat nicer to everyone else, everyone seems to have hopeful and animated conversations, bright eyes and lively movements. Shit, even I was smiling at people today. I think it's partially due to the phenylephrine clogging my mind like a soggy biscuit, but maybe it's because Fridays are by far the absolute best days (except for the departmental seminars). I had a cheeseburger today, first one in probably more than 6 months or more, and although my mind knew it was substandard, dry, and probably middle-aged, my mouth was saying "wow, how juicy and succulent, you sure are eating fine today sir!" I tucked my tee-shirt into my jeans, and rode my bike home without a jacket on. It was, for a brief intermittent series of short scenes, a Catcher in the Rye-esque montage where you know it's only taking place over a short time, but it feels like forever.


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Mar. 3rd, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)
Well, the house next to me is for rent. I think the owner is looking for ~ 900$/month for it. 1600ft^2 3 bedrooms in Webster, just up the freeway from you. Shall I get you their phone number?
Mar. 3rd, 2006 09:27 pm (UTC)
Wow only 900 bucks a month for a 3 bedroom in Webster? Is it haunted or something?

When I read that I seriously considered taking off of work and going up there to look at it. Buuut, in reality, I dunno if I could move right now in light of some recent work-related ...ridiculous bullshit. Although after I graduate, if I still do work here, or around here, I will most likely move around there as it beats the HELL out of Galvatraz.

But anyway, thanks for the heads-up about the house; a year ago I would have probably began packing that very night.
Mar. 3rd, 2006 10:34 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it's haunted - it has me for a neighbor :) And I'm approximating what it costs since I only know what the former neighbors told me.
Mar. 4th, 2006 04:01 am (UTC)
ahhh so your the skunk fucker that stole my caddy ornament.
Mar. 4th, 2006 04:56 am (UTC)
I still have a small cache of those things buried in my neighborhood, I remember where it was, I wonder if they built some houses there or if I can go dig it up.. If so you will be the proud owner of a datsun ZX ornament, and maybe some other similarly-fancy junk. Or you could just glue a Pog onto your hood and really get the ladies moist.
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