Halloweeny

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Well, it's Halloween -- the last day of October. The night of witches, zombies, ghosts and other creepy things. A night of pranks, fun costumes, laughter and candy! Religious say it's a night of the celebration of evil and the devil. Whatever, it's an odd celebration if you think about it -- a day in which people give CANDY to each other for free.

I have been going potty after eating fibrous sweet potatoes and mustard greens. Last night I cooked the two bunches of mustard greens I took a photo of previously. I cooked them in two cups of 98% fat free chicken stock, with 1/2 onion diced and several cloves of fresh diced garlic. It had to cook on low for quite sometime to soften. It would have tasted better had I some ham or bacon to add to it, but I'm on a diet and can't eat that salty greasy meat. So I've been quite regular as a result of digesting all that vegetable fiber. The sweet potatoes are really loaded with vitamins. I didn't add any cream to the mash like you're supposed to. All I did to them was peel and boil them, then mash them. Also, the Jennie-O turkey breast was a big disappointment. I roasted it per their instructions for some 3 hours and it came out dry as a bone. Terrible. And their gravy packet was lousy tasting, too. I will never buy that product again. It smelled good while baking, though.

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My roommate and I are not talking -- haven't been for several days now. It all started when I bought him a 30-pack of Budweiser many days ago. He proceeded to suck it up and get nasty. One afternoon I had to lay down on my bed due to extreme nausea and dizziness. He got a cell phone call in his room with the door open and proceeded to talk to the caller at the top of his drunken lungs. I screamed out several times to him to shut his door as his loud mouth was interrupting my rest -- plus I can't stand to hear his dumb ass conversations with other known drunks. He wouldn't get up to close his door, ignoring me. Finally I'd had enough and went to his room and slammed his door shut, telling him in no uncertain terms not to fuck with me again or I'd go down to the office to get him kicked out of here. I was really pissed for having to get up while feeling sick. This person has no remorse for his bad deeds nor empathy for others. The classic criminal profile. It is only concerned with its own immediate needs -- and nothing else.

He then went on a two-day drinking binge. Washing down all the beer, eating nothing. He kept himself holed up in that room the whole time, coming out only to use the toilet. And the stink of that room from the empty beer cans in there -- an acrid smell of yeast permeating through the house -- doesn't help my nausea matters any. At one point I told him to get those empty beer cans out of here and open his fucking window to let some fresh air in. He ignored me again. Then his lighter ran out and I found a lighted candle in his room. I took it away from him saying, "drunks and candles don't mix." Fuck, I don't want the place burning down. Anyway, I'm not buying him any more beer because when he drinks it his personality changes drastically and I can't stand it. It's his fucked up brain cyst and the affect of alcohol on it. But the dude doesn't have a medical clue. It's drunken slobbery and I don't want that in the house in my face. For example, while he was drunk he didn't lift the toilet seat and pissed all over it. I had to wipe his piss off it with bleach. I found cigarette ashes flicked on the clean bathroom rug that I put my clean feet on when I step out of the shower. He never turns the burner off on the stove after lighting his cigarette on it. Stupid shit like that he does while drunk. I don't want the aggravation in my world. And the stupid fucker thinks he's getting over on me. He wouldn't get away with any of this bad behavior at anyone else's house, that's for sure.

I told him he's not getting any more beer. So he's been hiding in his room. He refused to help around the place as well. Last night the trash was over-flowing. I told him since he's getting a free ride here, not paying rent, getting cable TV, etc., he'd better take out the trash or I'd throw his ungrateful ass out. I reminded him that I am the one paying all the bills and that I could take away all the luxuries by simply not paying them unless I get some cooperation. So he took out the trash. He thinks that will get him more alcohol, but I'm not buying a drop, period. I've had it with being shit on. He thinks that every time I go to the store I'm going to buy him beer. He's sadly mistaken. He was doing very well before the beer binge, and now he's back to his sullen self. This dude is REALLY depressing. I'm not going to buy ANYTHING to make his ass comfortable. Maybe that will drive him out. I'm just so damn tired of dealing with past mistake people like him. I'm sick, not feeling well and I really resent someone getting a free ride who doesn't appreciate it. Nobody lives for free in this world! I don't give a rat's ass if the fucker never talks to me again. I really don't. I'm so damn fed up with losers and their mind fuck games it's not funny. So he can rot in that room and sulk until Hell freezes over. Fuck, I should have never brought him here. Once he gets the drink in him he becomes the same troublesome fucking drunk he was back in the trailer park.

Nope, I'm not buying a drop. He's gonna have to panhandle for it. Why should I pay for someone's beer to have them shit on me? Six more fucking months to go until his SSI court case. As soon as he gets that money I'm telling him to get the fuck out. He doesn't have to live in Nevada when he gets that. He can go back to San Jose. He was complaining Nevada won't give him welfare and how his deadbeat 50-year-old friend Phil in San Jose is getting $200 a month on Welfare along with food stamps and how Nevada is fucked up and won't pay. I don't blame Nevada. They don't want bums here. Let broke California coddle them. This dude's thinking is so off base it isn't funny. That's why I don't want him around any more. It has gotten old. I want to forget California and all the fuckwits I encountered there who made my life miserable and used me. I'm half a century old now and getting wise. I enjoy peace and solitude. As soon as I get this fuckwit out of here I'll be better off.

Now I gotta hide my hand sanitizer from my drunk roommate: Hand Sanitizers Gets Your Kids Drunk.

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