New Year’s Day 2010
New Year’s Day 2010
Merry Christmas, bitches!!!!
My Xmas greeting video card this year ‘cause I’m too lazy to personalize all those cards to mail.
Happy Chanukah!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Only two more days until we celebrate the genocide of Native-Americans!!!! Yay!
Though I typically dislike Apple products and their brainwashing corporation as a whole, their marketing/advertising people have a talent for finding talented singers/musicians and exposing them to a wider audience in their commercial campaigns.
I just find it funny how their most recent use of “Bourgeois Shangri-La” by Miss Li in their iPod Nano Video commercial is a song which would be considered anti-Apple and anti-consumerism by most people rather than just a catchy tune to have pretty faces dance to.
Many may feel Apple is the cool, hipster, anti-establishment computer company because of it’s David and Goliath battle with the big bad wolf known as Microsoft, but wake up. There’s really no difference between the two.
That is my preach for today.
I think this could be added to the video definition of a “cunt”.
Kitten Mittons!!!!
I think the only time I’m happy to encounter a “FAIL”.
friend of mine was assaulted by some guy wearing an orange road worker vest after pulling her over claiming her car was on fire…this happened in broad daylight…he was driving an old white ford that kinda looked like those meter maid cars…if someone tries to pull you over be careful…if you have to pull over do it in a public parking lot with people around, like a gas station…definitely do not let anyone in your car…keep your doors locked…if he manages to get in the car, get out….even if you’re in a small fender bender and you think it’s your fault, have some pepper spray ready to defend yourself; some people may intentionally cause accidents to get you out of your car.
Since I started this “blog” I’ve usually just re-blogged other people’s postings or posted some other random nonsense, but since I’ve become “homeless” I figured I’d might as well post my adventures on here.
I technically became homeless on September 1, 2009. That was when I got rid of my apartment and started crashing at various people’s apartments and houses. I gave my 30-day notice to my landlord at the end of July because I was planning on going to South Korea to teach English in a Seoul public school starting mid-August. Long story short, stuff got in the way and I had to turn down the job offer.
So now I’m basically a sort of a drifter, but I still have my car and I pretty much drift within the boundaries of the San Fernando Valley. One of my older brother’s is working in Louisiana so I’m able to go into his apartment during the day and use the computer and get online. I can’t sleep at his apartment ‘cause he has a clause in his lease that doesn’t allow overnight guests to stay more than 10 days in a calendar year. I could try sneaking in and out of his place, but the manager is a bit of a cunt and she’s confronted me about my presence in the complex when I come by to pick up his mail to send to him.
Yesterday, was the first night I didn’t know where I was going to sleep. I left a message for my go-to buddy, but he didn’t return my call, so I posted a note on Facebook saying I needed a place to crash. Out of the 126 so-called “friends” on Facebook, I only got one offer for a place to stay from a very generous friend we’ll call P. Granted, I don’t really know some Facebook friends that well, and some I wouldn’t even call friends but instead mere acquaintances at best, as well as some of them still live with their parents, don’t have the room, or live out of town, but come on. Only one person offered me a place to stay. I think that’s kind of fucked up. One could argue that maybe some people didn’t see the posting, or didn’t think it was a serious request, but I still say “da fuck”.
Today, I woke up late, ate some capri salad made by P, drove to my brother, L’s, place took a shower, changed clothes, and went to Balboa Park to take some photos for a friend of a friend. Now, I’m back at L’s apartment so I could check my e-mail and make this posting and will head on back to P’s house to crash for the night and also do some laundry cause one of her cat’s pissed on my backpack last night.
All in all, I’m doing fine. My parents and oldest brother, C, is freaking out because of my unemployment and homelessness, but until I’m rail thin from malnutrition and my teeth start falling out I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.
