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I guess I didn�t really finish my last entry, but we all get the picture.
I�m afraid I bitched John out earlier today, for reasons that have nothing to do with him. Actually, I didn�t bitch him out at all, but this all refers back to his penchant for taking my venting about anyone and anything personally. OK, so he calls me at like 9:30pm last night (in the middle of Frontier House, I might add) to tell me that his emaciated-idiot friend Donny was supposed to call me in a matter of minutes. My response was pretty much �Yeah, right. I�ll just wait here by the phone in great anticipation.� Of course, no call. So John calls me during his lunch hour today to tell me that Donny spent the night in jail. It seems the cops finally figured out that Donny moved his car down here from Oregon like, oh, five years ago and had never bothered to have it registered. The reason he was pulled over in the first place was because he didn�t have any taillights, then they discpvered the expired tags�OK, you work in an automotive repair shop; you know that your tags expired sometime during Clinton�s first term�rather than take the chance that the cops will pull you over because of faulty taillights, why wouldn�t you put aside the ten minutes it would take to put new lights on your car? You wouldn�t even have to leave work to do it, for Pete�s sake. Oh, I forgot�that would be the actions of someone who has an IQ in at least double-digits�Anyway, supposedly the cops then found John�s mota in his car (again, I ask you � why drive around with faulty taillights with mota in your car and tags that expired during the Great Depression?). Therefore, not only was his car impounded, Donny spent the night in jail. Then he has the extremely large balls to ask John if he can �lend� him some money so he can get his truck out of impound, which is costing him $80 a day in storage fees.
I relate the above tale with a grain of salt, because although I believe he may very well have spent the night in jail, I don�t think it was because he had John�s mota on him. That mota is long gone, if he ever spent John�s $200 to get it in the first place.
On to other things�I am seriously considering entering the Project Greenlight competition, except that I will have to write a complete screenplay in thirty days. Knowing my penchant for laziness, I do not hold out much hope of winning, but methinks it�s a grand idea. The good news is that I actually have most if the script already written in my head. Too bad there�s no such thing as a mind-to-paper Xerox machine. Were I born in, say, the 27th century, I bet one would have been invented and I�d be a well-respected screenwriter and novelist of great renown. I smell a Pulitzer.
Amy has asked me if she can move in with me for a few months. I feel really bad because, since John and I started our new venture, I don�t have room for her. My second bedroom has been completely renovated. I feel lousy about it because I would really like to help her out. I know that she will be cool about it and she can go live with her mom, but who wants to move back in with Mommy? Unless she wants to stay in my living room or share the bedroom with clutter, however, there is just no way.
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