dear piece of shit diary,
getting up early is for the birds who want worms. i don't like worms, so don't bother breaking that out as bait iffin you're gonna fish for me later. i forgot what it was like to have a landlord. it's totally weird having someone knock on my door. i told the dude this morning, "fucking we are going to have to work out some kind of deal because i can not have you beating on my fucking door every time the rent is due, i don't get up until way past noon- today is a fluke." he assured me over and over he wouldn't, but i dunno, when he left i still had that feeling. i then called the city to order a recycle container and was informed there was already one at the house, but i've never seen one over there yet since they delivered them in may. so i went over there and asked them and after living next door to them for five years, they ALL OF A SUDDEN, didn't know who i was when i asked such a question. after i introduced myself, it turns out, the container was in the basement- question answered and problem solved. new question- why would you order a recycle container and not elect to use it? people are strange- or maybe it's really just me. maybe i am the one who sees things in ways that are just all wrong. i dunno and fucking could care less, but i still ain't goin after a worm- not when there are big fat snakes to be had.