Incredible Journey
Wellll....

I thought I'd lost my Honor yesterday but it turns out I found it. I keep wanting to write about my Honor but I'm refraining from revealing that entry until I actually lose it. You'll see.

Tomorrow I'm flying to Seattle for Justin's birthday.

Happy 22nd, Wolf Pup! Hurrah!

We willl, of course, have more sushi. Watashi wa sushi ga daisuki desu yo! We're trying to get tickets to see Robin Williams' show downtown, but they look to be both very expensive and nearly gone at this point. I'll let you know if we go!

I guess I do have a purpose in writing this after all. I'm flying out tomorrow at 5:30 and coming back Monday noon. As of yet, I haven't been able to find a ride home from the airport and I'm humbled myself into asking pretty much everyone I know. It's not that I'm worried about being stranded, it's just that right now paying the $20 for the shuttle back home would put me out another quarter of my checking account. I'm POOR, people. So if you or anyone you know might be able to pick me up at the airport at noon, I should be waiting outside, dejectedly. I love you!

Oh, Oh OH! Let me tell you about the disgustingness I found when I went to show the house today. Keep in mind I've been away four days since this place was cleaned from top to bottom. It was still clean on Sunday.

I came home and parked my bike. My stomach dropped when I saw three raw chicken breasts left to rot in an open ziploc baggie in the front yard. I went inside. The house smelled like mary-jane and garbage. Why did it smell like garbage? We've lived 4 days without trash before and there was no SMELL. The pot smell was due to the ashtray full of bud on the floor and the water and hash pipes on the counter. There was a Bob Marley poster up to complement the atmosphere. Also, there was a random (yes random, as in not connected to anything) subwoofer box the size of a small child with "legalize hemp" stickers on it sitting in the kitchen. The kitchen was a mess. There was food EVERYWHERE (along with a half-eaten microwave burger on the living room floor). Tomato sauce and beans were dried on the counter tops. A plate with burnt cookies had littered crumbs everywhere. There were about 200 sugar ants milling over the counters. Nothing was stacked in the sink but there were about 15 beer cans next to it. I had to clean this all up with the one sponge left in the house (no soap). That was about all the damage done on the inside. I didn't notice until I was in the process of showing the house that someone had tactfully mowed the long part of the back yard into a capital F-U-C-K. Charming. What wonderful scum-of-the-universe. How the FUCK am I going to find someone to rent this place?