tmi....maybe?

Things I've learned about myself recently:

1. I should never live alone. My roommate having two weeks off over the holiday season planned trips home and to Boston for those 2+ weeks. I knew going into it that being alone in my apartment for about a week and a half (I was also going home for a few days) would freak me out, however I did not fully realize how I would react. I have to say that I did a better job of getting out and about than I thought...I did most anything in my power to spend as little time as possible in my apartment. But during the time I was there I turned into a total freak. I was super antsy and kinda paranoid; at one point I realized I was pacing around my apartment for no reason. Though I always talk to Sherri's cats, I was basically carrying on full conversations with them...they contributed very little. I'm sure I did other borderline insane things as well but am simply not aware of it. I probably should not tell people this because it totally makes me seem crazy but I just feel people should be aware.

2. I am not patient. I don't really feel the need to explain this; just know it is the true and I never really realized it before.

really???

what the #*&%

NOT GOOD

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Holiday Party

Dec. 13th (yeah i know I'm not good with the time sensitive posting) was my Company's holiday party. It was a lot of fun; amazing food, open bar, dancing, more open bar, a lot more dancing. My boss sent me some photos she took that night. I look really confused in that one. That's all.

Do you know where my assets are?

For all of you being kept up at night wondering if my assets (funny I know) were going to be seized due to a pending lawsuit, that was a result of the car accident I was in this spring, can sleep easy tonight. I received word the other day that the guy I rear ended (see story below) has decided to settle with my insurance company for a pretty awesome $8k. Which is ridiculous considering the man was not at all injured. Whatever; me and my assets are safe.


The Accident; for those who have not heard it already.

So May 1st 2007 I was driving on the 5, headed downtown, when the car in front of me stopped quickly. Now I'm not gonna say that I'm not at fault for this part, because I did hit his car. But I noticed in enough time to slow down significantly before the impact. So the damage done to the guys car was minimal at first. Then the stunning fellow behind me smashed into the back of my now not moving car and pushed me back into guy #1. Now my car is totally fucked and his is a little worse, but still ok. As a note he was driving a BMW suv. He did need a new bumper, but only for aesthetics really, as his car drove away after the accident just fine. Julio (my car) and guy #2's car were totalled. The joy of accidents followed; police reports, tow trucks, sad calls to insurance agents...blah, blah, blah.

So from all that guy #1 ended up asking for $11,000 for medical/pain and suffering. My insurance only covers $10,000; that's where the whole seizing my assets came into play. Which of course made me laugh because I own nothing I, nor anyone else, would consider an asset. Unless you count my gold fish or maybe my 7 year old computer. In the end all is right and peaches stays with me.

I've decided to develop a very distinctive swagger. It seems to work really well for guys on Hollywood Blvd and I think I have a lot to offer the world of sassy walking.

I'll be practicing it on the streets of Hollywood in the near future...so keep an eye out.

death of a gerbil

This weekend there was a death in apartment 140. It all started Saturday evening. Sherri and I returned late from an evening out. I was in my bathroom washing my face when I heard Sherri start to call my name. I ran out of my room to see Sherri searching through the gerbil cage in her room. One of the gerbils was missing she said. My first though was that it was dead somewhere in the bedding. They were getting kinda old and that one had always been a little sickly. Sherri was panicked, so I donned a zip lock bag as a glove and started digging through the bedding for the gerbil. We emptied that cage and still no sigh of little Geegee (that spelling is improvised). Could he really have climbed out? And if he did that meant he was somewhere loose in the apartment. Shit. So we started looking everywhere. In cabinets. Under the bed. EVERYWHERE. Then I started looking again through the bookcase the cage sat on. I opened the very bottom door and looked behind some papers and there he was. Curled up into a little ball and shaking. But still alive.

I scooped him up and put him into the cage. He drank a little water but would not touch the food. The other gerbil immediately came over and started licking him and trying to cover him in bedding. The next morning he was still alive but not much better. Then at some point mid afternoon Sherri checked on him again and he had died. I guess the fall, plus the fact that he was with out food and water for a while, was too much for him. The poor little thing looked so cute. But then came the hard part. What do you do with a dead gerbil when you live in an apartment building in the middle of a city? We decided he had to be buried. There was no way I was going to throw him away in the trash. So after awhile we found a place in the flower beds outside our apartment building. We dug a little hole and cover it with a rock. I'm not gonna lie it was really sketchy. People kept driving by looking at us; at one point a cop drove by and I though about the story we would have to tell him if he stopped and asked us what we were doing. But we finished the burial in peace. So now every time I leave the apartment I drive by his little gerbil grave. Sad.