My true profession

The open road is infinitely hopeful
Take all those memories and throw them in the fire

Don’t hurt yourself
Don’t hurt yourself
Don’t hurt yourself
Anymore
-Marillion

My war with the Puta has escalated. I now run the washing machine every night after 10, without clothes in it, just because she asked me not too. The bedee has become my urinal (so nice to have one without going to a bar!) and one Saturday morning I put my toenail clippings in the grounds of her coffee while it was brewing. You want a piece of me, bitch! Then I took the meanest poo in four years and she went in after- she came out scowling.

Teaching goes swimmingly. My mom told me on Sunday, via IM (way to go Mom!) that she told me years ago I should teach. And I’m just like; I realize that! Haven’t you realized by now that I have to figure out these things for myself? Thanks for throwing that Montreal steak seasoning in my wounds. Feels Bueno!

Well, it’s 1 AM. Time to go to bed soon. Maybe this way I won’t wake up at 2, 3 or 4 like I always do. Except when I stay out past those hours. I may have found a nice flat tonight. Will see another tomorrow.

Well, time to come clean with you all. I’m not really taking a TEFL course out here. Chris, my next door neighbor, called it years ago. For over 8 years now, I have worked for the CIA. I have already “eliminated” 4 of the 6 people responsible for the Madrid bombings in 2004. 2 to go. From there, it’s off to Korea to kill that peckerhead who runs the country – Il Jon Kim, Kim jon Il- whatever. He’s not the cute little puppet we all saw in Team America!

Other than that, it’s status quo. I still wear pants as infrequently as possible, when given the chance. I still keep trying to obtain a new copy of Revenge of the Sith (Mel confiscated all of mine- “this is not going to help”!) to no avail.

It hypnotizes me. The heart-wrenching scene when Padme realizes that Anakin has gone over to the dark side. I can relate.

Everything else is fine.