8-15-04 I dunno. Maybe it's just me, but when you housesit for someone, they generally give you a set of rules to follow, Right? Like, feed the cats, no parties, get mail everyday, and put the trash out on Tuesday. They can rang from there to more complicated, but the rules are always outlined, right? So when the fail to say, "don't go into Gnu's room" There is nothing to stop the sitter from going into the room, correct? But the door's locked. They didn't SAY don't go into the room. I considered it a "challenge." Sort of an unspoken double-dog-dare you to find a way into the room. It was a mystery to me why, after all the time I had spent in said room, I could not now enter.

So after 20 minutes of picking the lock I found the keys. Yea, no fear here I suck at lockpicking. I just leave them in my car. But if someone isn't actually smart enough to want a demonstration when they find them I imagine I come off as kind of cool in that small little world that doesn't matter [ego]

I recieved kimbawe's blog today around noon when I got up. I proof read it which basically meant read it cuzz I had no other mail and then came across a morale dilema. (for about .25 seconds) I thought about taking out all the dead dear friend stuff because it got to me. (as much as anything can) But who am I? Well, besides pretty cold and heratless(and THE webmaster) I (who can do whatever they want) realized that ( I mean whatever I do not give a fuck) That is just one deep swoop on the emotional rollercoaster of someone else's life. Besides She is a much better writer than me. With the exception of checking fo rgrammar, I can't really hold a stick. and I don't get paid for that. She can clean up her own damn mess.

Oh yea, I totally locked the keys in the room {{420}} and now I think I might actually have to pick the lock. They'll be back any day now. heh.

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ugh, don't don't eat the worm.
Oh man. I just started house sitting for Kimba We. This is what I felt like at work today. As it turns out, it's easier to go to work when you are still drunk, rather than hungover. Go figure. The cat's are fine by the way, Kimba. Gonzo is assimilating nicely. It's a long story. Basically my sister is moving to a new house and she cannot keep her cat. The cat she has had for seven years. Through FOUR children. They had 2 cats, but the rotweiler (sp?) ate poor zen. Then they put the dog down. You see, you have to kill a dog when a cat is killed to keep balance. This was at their first house. Now they are leaving their second house and after all this she has decided not to keep Gonzo. (I'll post a pic as soon as he comes out from under the bed.) Anyway, Kimba was nice enough to take him in even though her man is kind of allergic. "Wassup, Gnu" So yea, work has been hell and every idiot has called me asking for some stupid thing and then said it was too expensive. What do you expect to pay for a unique, "handcrafted" work of art? I don't make crap.

Okay, that was weird. I heard the front door open, but there was noone there. I thought it was the mail ninja, but I didn't see his car/jeep out front. It turns out it was a salesman, and he noticed the "NO SOLICITORS" sign a little too late. I had a conversation with him, seeing how he's the only salesman so far to even care. Instead of pointing at the sign and shouting GO! I acted all interested, so he will leave with a positive vibe instead of feeling like a freak for not seeing the sign. You can be an ass, especially when you start felling hungover AFTER LUNCH. but you don't have to be.