Welcome, one and all, to the incongruent ravings of an inferior mind!
Another thing about being as ugly as Sin is that conveying emotions doesn't really work right. When your face is as funny looking as mine is, your facial expressions very rarely get the desired response. If I were someone else, and I hurt my feelings, my reaction would make me laugh. That's why the world is so cruel to me, folks. That's it, in a nutshell! I'm like a Clown! My misery brings children joy!
And every girl, gay, and close male friend in the world (except Tim) repeats, "No, John, you aren't ugly at all, tee-hee!"
You'll never convince me.
Our old landlady called the cops on us again. I don't really understand how it worked, we no longer have any tie to her whatsoever, we don't live in her building, we haven't seen or spoken to her in months, we do not even live in her TOWN anymore; she finally got us out of her precious apartment, and now she is going out of her WAY to screw with us! That doesn't make any sense!
Listen, folks, I have been in many a scenario in my day, but this one takes the cake. We are out of her life, there is no legal way she can actually take from us anymore. There have been times when I have used the expression, "Don't beat a dead horse." before, and meant it; but this, my friends, this is in a whole different league. Essentially, she IS beating a dead horse right now. Her actions right now are EXACTLY analogous to beating a dead horse! I live in a family of dead horses! No more work can come from us! We will plow NO MORE! There is no point to beating us!
What does this woman want from us?! We're dead! Rotting, even!
Good LORD! Good.... LORD!
I hope I successfully conveyed to you the sarcastic yelling tone that I was thinking in just then. If only you were here, you'd be able to understand just how humorously irritated I am by all these things.
For some reason I cannot sleep tonight. I bet it has something to do with the large quantity of coffee I had at 6 PM. Yeah, that would probably explain it.
The thing is, when you are up late enough you begin to temporarily lose your sanity. It's really funny to think of doing the things I've been doing for the past couple of hours during the daytime. Real life wouldn't go for this, let me tell you.
My sister has her Hearing tomorrow. Godwilling everything will clear up nicely without "The Big Trouble", as you Americans say. Just so you guys know what is on the table, if this goes badly my Mom could be arrested and my sister expelled and thrown in a foster home.
It probably won't go badly. But still, a prayer or a well-wish for us, if you do those sorts of things.
I am really hungry. Luckily I went grocery shopping earlier today, so I can probably eat some of the food I purchased in exchange for American currency. I think I will go do that now--and then maybe I'll do all the dishes I promised to do tonight. Who knows?
It ain't nuffin but a party, baby!
Goodnight!