New Year's Day 2006 got started out with me being at Girth and Mirth, the organization for gay fat men and it was a disappointment. The party only lasted until 1AM and there wasn't that much food to eat. I decided to go to balls and I got there just before 2AM and it met at a different place and the woman at the door was being kind of a cunt and she was reluctant to let me in. Also, Leslie seemed like she was giving me attitude and didn't say "high" to me. Maybe it was because I showed up as it was ending, but I don't know what the fuck? I got to talk to some people and there was more food there to eat than they had at the Girth and Mirth party. The only good news is it won't be until 2012 before New Year's Day falls on a Sunday again. I also had to work at 8AM that day and that fucking sucked. Another employee is turning out to be a fucking asshole because I asked him to hand me some cigarettes and he bitched about that because he said that he was busy ringing up customers and thought I should walk over and get them. Also, he's a fucking asshole. It is 2006 and the world still has a lot of fucking assholes in it and that fucking sucks.
Despite that, I have more hope about things as 2006 was getting started as I have in many years, but things are to the point that I must experience my hopes and dreams becoming a reality because I can't take this shit much longer. The biggest breakthroughs that occurred in 2005 was the gay writer's group turned out better than I was hoping and reading that Wishcraft book will give me some leads on how to become a successful writer and spoken word's artist. My 1st spoken words performance at balls in 2006 was on January 15 when I talked about Steve Dahl and it went over pretty good and got quite a few laughs, but not as good as I was hoping. Leslie Ball said that she remembers the night on July 12, 1979 when Steve Dahl blew up the disco records! It went over pretty good and got quite a few laughs, but not as good as I had hoped for. The next thing I did at balls was on February 12 and I decided to read my Living Will, which I originally did at the poetry slam last December 27 and I dressed up in drag to cover the Oh, Wally song from Steve Dahl. The thing about my living will went over a lot better than when I covered the Steve Dahl song Oh Wally and even though the Living Will thing was a lot dirtier! I met a couple of people who kind of liked it, but unfuckingfortunately, I didn't meet anyone who liked it a lot. The next thing I did at balls was on March 12 and I did a repeat of my 10-Year Anniversary of Visiting Minnesota, which was originally done in May 2001. Unfuckingfortunately, it didn't go over as good as it did when I 1st did in May 2001, but I still got a few laughs. The real good news is I sold my CDs for the 1st time at balls! The next thing I did at balls was on April 9 and I decided to read my thing on what isn't Bullshit and it went over better than many other things that I have done in recent months. Leslie Ball said that she can guarantee that someone would be offended that night and she was willing to bet everything thing she had on that. Well, after I was done, Leslie Ball said, "I won the bet!"On April 30, I did my 1st comedy cover, covering George Carlin and I covered his piece called Fuck the Children and it went over really good despite someone telling me that covering comedy would bomb, but he didn't know what the fuck he's talking about or it might have something to do with who's being covered and who's covering it along with how well they do it. Leslie Ball told me that she likes George Carlin. I didn't think that she liked people who were that "vulgar." On May 21, I talked about becoming an Alternative Motivational Speaker. It's a rant about how sick and tired I am of being around disempowering people who are living in poverty and how they have given up to do anything about it and sick and tired of people like that trying to shove their disempowering shit down my fucking throat! It went over quiet well and I met someone who had never heard me perform before tell me that I was quite funny. The next thing I did at balls was on June 25 and I decided to talk about the New World order after I heard about the fiasco that Alex Jones went through on June 7 when he went to Canada to cover the conference from the Bilderberg Group. I started out by covering the Jello Biafra song, Shut up, be Happy and then I did my thing about New Orleans and Leslie Ball was not there that night, but the guy who hosted said, "hearing that really helped make me feel better." There is a comedian who doesn't like it when I talk about how evil and corrupt the government is, but that's tough fucking shit! On July 9 for the 1st time, I performed something for the 3rd time at balls, which was about being Laura Ingalls in my previous lifetime. On August 20, I finally did my thing about my idea day at balls and it did not go over very well and that fucking sucks! That was really confirmed on September 16 when I got an unwanted, unexpected surprise. There was severe weather that day in Rogers, Minnesota when a tornado hit and I decided to leave early that day to miss the bad weather. When I got there and because I arrived there early, Leslie decided that it was time to talk to me and told me that it tears her up and hurts her very deeply because of the things I say about women and the "hateful" things that I say about women and their bodies and it upsets her when I refer to women as fucking cunts. She was referring to the thing I did last month, which started out as asking the chic with the dick to take off her clothes, which was "derogatory" towards women and the thing that she meant that was extremely insulting towards women was referring to cunts as ugly tacos with hair around it that smelled like rotten fish and then I went on to mention Cathy as being a fucking cunt. She fucked me over and unjustifiably fired me from my job. She deserve to be referred to a fucking cunt? I think that her intense upset feeling towards me has been going since 2001, but it really got going in April of this year and she said that it really upsets her with the things I say about abortion, even though she says that she's pro-choice and even talked about trying to stop the "Operation Rescue" assholes from blocking the entrance to abortion clinics. The thing is that's when I went on and on about how great it was when unborn fetuses were scraped out of pregnant women and read the same thing a few days later at the gay writer's group when someone gave me shit for mentioning that and telling me this bullshit that I have no respect for human life when moments earlier he was making extremely hateful comments towards some types of people who are misunderstand. She told me that the things I say about abortion hurt her because she wants to fucking breed and I didn't get the whole story, but she said that she's had an abortion and she was very upset over it and she's had a miscarriage and she's been wanting to have kids and couldn't and all that shit and she's very upset over it. I wanted to ask her, but didn't think of it until later that instead of being so upset about not being able to have kids, why not adopt kids who are already here, but in order to adopt kids, you must have a background check and maybe she failed the background check? Another thing that triggered off this "talk" is there were some complaints against me because of the things that I talk about. Someone was so upset with the things that I talked about on August 20, they couldn't handle performing that night. The good news is Leslie said that she doesn't screen or censor, but this fucking prick or cunt, but I suspect that it some fucking cunt, said, "what if someone dressed up wearing a Ku Klux Klan outfit talking about wanting to kill niggers, would you sensor them?" At this point she said that she will continue not to sensor me, but if I go on about abortion or "hating" women or referring to them as fucking cunts she will leave the room until I am done. Unfuckingfortuneatly at this point, I have hit some boundaries and the minimum amount of damage that will come out of all this is I will have to back off a bit and I have run out of new material about abortion for now. On the morning of September 17, I talked about the evils of masturbation and it did go over better than those vicious pro abortion rant along with the thing that I did on August 21 and Leslie Ball even said that it's good for kids to masturbate and it's a healthy release. Leslie also told me that she likes George Carlin, but with the way she reacts to some of the things that I say, I'm strongly suspecting a split personality. I also strongly denied that I refer to women as fucking cunts because I hate women, but I hate some women. When Leslie brings up how it hurt her so bad with some of the things that I talk about, well I have had a lot of deep hurt too from all the bullshit hate mongering I hear people say against people who are misunderstood because of their ignorance and stupidity. With that in mind, if people are going to hurt me with the fucking bullshit that they say, that gives me the right to say the things that I say and because of the way people are is why I hate just about everyone and everything these days. My next and last performance at balls before going to Atlanta was on October 22 and Leslie Ball arrived late, so she missed me do my thing. What a shame because I did my thing called why I love Abortion, which I originally did at the anything goes poetry slam on August 8, 2005 and then I followed it by my rant about gulf war II. The videographer, Bryan left the room while I was doing my thing and I always knew that he doesn't like most of the things that I do because he has always kept his head down while I do my thing or has had a disgusted look on his face and I wonder if he left because he had something to do or that was the only way that he could "cope" with and to avoid hearing what I talk about. I get the feeling that he left because he can no longer deal with what I talk about. That's too bad! I can't give up saying what I disparately feel needs to be said because people can't deal with it! I also get the feeling that that's what Leslie told him to do! It didn't go over as good as the thing I did about beating off on September 17, but it certainly went over better than the thing I did on August 20 because just about everyone in the audience was an uptight asshole. A transgendered person shook my hand after I did my thing on October 22, which is encouraging, but I suspect that he/she agreed with some of what I said, but didn't agree with all of it. I didn't get a chance to talk to he/she afterward. No one told me that they really liked what I did and that fucking sucks. Someone did bring a couple of kittens.
The 1st poetry slam in 2006 was on January 10, but unfuckingfortunately, I spent the whole day writing my thing about Steve Dahl as well as poetry slams, but unfuckingfortunately, I didn't get done in time to make it to the poetry slam. I was also sick and tired of asshole judges giving me low scores and I didn't feel like dealing with that shit that day. I did go to the poetry slam on January 24 and I decided to do my rant against Oprah, that fucking cunt and I really HATE her fucking guts for creating a whichhunt against people who are misunderstood. The judges were all fucking assholes and all gave me a horrible score. Some prissy fucking cunt gave me a 0.1, which is the worst score that I had ever gotten, except last July when someone gave me a -7 when I did my thing about the Catholic Priest. Another prissy fucking cunt gave me a 0.5 and the highest score I got was a 4.2 giving a total of 7.7, which is the worst score I had gotten during the entire season, but then again, maybe 7.7 is a lucky number in disguise! I offended people, especially 1 prissy cunt who heckled me when I said, I said, "I can't believe that there was a time that someone would actually want to stick their Dick inside Oprah and fuck her! Hey, if I don't offend someone, then I'm not doing my job! I hate Oprah's fucking guts and I don't give a flying fuck if it offends someone because people offend me with their bullshit hate speech bullshit against unpopular people! As people said about the Nazis, if a lie is told enough times that lie becomes the truth and the lie that unpopular people deserve to be treated like shit has become the "truth" because everyone is on that bandwagon of hysteria and assholism. At least 1 person was open minded enough to enjoy my rant against Oprah. The next poetry slam was the erotic poetry slam on Valentine's Day and to follow up my rant against Oprah the fucking cunt, I decided to read piece about scat and Oprah is scat because she's a piece of shit. There were some people in the audience who really loved it, but 4 out of the 5 judges were fucking pricks and cunts and 1 judge gave me a score of 0, while the cool judge gave me a 10! Despite all that shit, my total score was 7.9, only 0.2 higher than what I got for my rant against Oprah the cunt, causing this to be the 2nd lowest score that I got the entire season. The next poetry slam of the season was on February 28 and I had a bit better luck than the previous 2 preceding slams. I did my rant about having a Learning Disability and I got a score of 17.7 and I was able to move onto the 2nd round when I did a rant that I originally did in October 2003 about the need for Universal Health Care and I got a 20.6 on that 1, but the chances of me going to Austin, Texas are very slim at this point, but I did find out about 2 last chance poetry slams in March and April. I read at the 1st of the 2 Last Chance Slams on March 28. I decided to read a rant about how much I hate going into work and how the purpose of my life is to be a writer because working for. I got a score of 22.4, which is the highest score I had gotten the entire season. I was able to move onto the 2nd round, only because everyone else was. During the 2nd round, I did my rant about buffets and it went over good when I did it in November, but my fucking score was lower, which was a 19 and I was not able to move onto the 3rd round and I have just 1 chance left to go to Austin, Texas on April 11. They recently started a poetry slam at the Artist Quarter (which is the same place that a bunch of fucking assholes heckled me back on October 21, 2002 when I did my rant against love ballads) and I went on April 3. Things appeared to have changed for the better. The people in the crowd were many of the same people who go to Kieran's. They also let everyone go onto the 2nd round at Artist Quarter. During the 1st round, I did my piece about having a learning disability and I go low scores, but someone was cool enough to give me a 10 on that. My total score was a 19.1 and during the 2nd round, I did my rant about buffets and my score was only a 16.4 and I was not able to move onto the 3rd round. Also, unfuckingfortunately, the cool judge who gave me a 10 had to leave. I think that I received some minor heckling as well. The poetry slam on April 11 was my final chance to be able to go to the poetry slam this August in Austin, Texas and I decided to talk about Alex Jones because he lives in Austin and I mentioned that if the judges weren't going to be a terrorist attack involving nuclear weapons and the bird flue will come along and kill everyone, so, did they take me seriously and give me a higher score, so I can go onto Austin? No! In that case fuck everyone! I came in last place and I want the world to fucking end! My total score was a 14.8 and I was even able to go onto the 2nd round only because everyone could and read my thing about naming an airport after Jeffrey Dahmer, which I originally did in November 2003. If that's not all, 666, June 6, 2006 came and went and unfuckingfortunately, the world did not end, but there were a lot of parties going on to celebrate the day! The government decided not to pull off a terrorist act because it would have been too obvious, causing so many people to get suspicious. The 1st off season poetry slam was on May 9 and the theme was song lyrics. I decided to do the Karen Finley song, Tales of Taboo, which is 1 of the filthiest songs that anyone had ever sang, except there are heavy metal songs that are even dirtier! I got another fucking low score of 16.8, even though quiet a few people liked it. Ezra likes hearing filthy things and he had never heard that song before. Someone else told me that that song was like a freight train that was out of control! I at least was able to move onto the 2nd round, but unfuckingfortunately, I wasn't able to move onto the 3rd round. During the 2nd round, I did Me so Horny by 2 Live Crew and at least I got a better score, although, it wasn't good enough to go onto the 3rd round. I got a 24.7 on the Me so Horny song. The next off season poetry slam after that was the slam with props and Tom Reed was nice enough to let me use his cell phone, so Joon could read a couple of things. The 1st thing that Joon read in the 1st round was called Lighten up and in the 2nd round she read the thing called Behind the Bathroom Door. Me and Joon came in last fucking place and we got a 21.3 in the 1st round and an 18 in the 2nd round and I wasn't able to move onto the 3rd round. The poetry slam after that was the 3-2-1 slam on June 13 in which you can read for 3 minutes in the 1st round, 2 minutes in the 2nd round and only 1 minute in the 3rd round. Seeing that it was off season and wouldn't affect going to the National Poetry Slam, I decided to get very controversial and do a piece called Pedophiles are Everywhere which was in bad taste as well! I got a better score than I had thought of 23.1 but maybe the weren't able to figure out the hidden agenda behind it! Everyone was able to move onto the 2nd and 3rd round and I just decided to read at random the fiasco that Alex Jones went through with the Bilderberg Group conference in Canada and because I hadn't written anything out, I got a real horrible score on that. I got a better score of 23.3 during the 3rd round when I read a thing for only 1 minute about popping zits. The next off season slam after that was the chic slam on June 27, which was the chic slam in which I got to dress up in drag. I was so lucky when I did my thing about having an abortion on July 14, 2004, but my luck ran out on June 27 when I did my thing called, am I a Lesbian and 3 out of the 5 judges were prissy cunts and assholes because 1 gave me a 1.1, another gave me a 1.3 and 3.1, while the cool judges gave me an 8.1 and a 9.1 giving me a total score of 12.5 and I wasn't able to move onto the 2nd round and that fucking sucks. The next poetry slam was on July 11 and that was a weird 1 with the combination of all kinds of different things, which included arm wrestling, eating contests, playing games and of course, poetry. I read my rant about why I should be a writer and got a score of 17 and Ryan covered my rant about Gulf War II and it got a score of 19.1. The poetry slam after that was "Poetry Slam Idol" on July 25, which meant performing the "worst" thing I did and perform it very badly in the 1st round. I decided to read my rant against Oprah, the cunt in the 1st round and my total score was 2, which was a good thing because with this round, the lower the score the better. They also had some outside judges come in as well and Tom Cassidy was 1 of them and he told me that "sadly, that was the best thing I ever heard him do." Because I had such a low score, I was able to move onto the 2nd round, which meant covering someone else's material and I decided to cover Shut up, be Happy, by Jello Biafra and my total score on that was 22, so I wasn't able to move onto the 3rd round and that fucking sucks. When Tom Cassidy heard me do Shut up, be Happy, he said that it was an insult and a disgrace to the early punk movement and that fucking pissed me off. The poetry slam after that was the "Anything Goes" Poetry Slam, which was on August 7 and the good news about this 1 is it only had 1 round and I had 5 minutes to do my thing and I decided to do an uplifting piece about suicide! I got a score of 15.7 and came in last place, which really fucking sucks. The good news is Brightbelly was there who is 1 of my biggest fans along with her boyfriend who hadn't heard me since I did my rant against Cathy the cunt way back on September 2, 2003, when Brave New Workshop had a comedy open mike, which was a bunch of fucking bullshit and very few people were cool that liked what I did because they felt that it was too extreme. That's another thing that really fucking pisses me off. Comedy has turned into such total fucking bullshit over the last few years. There doesn't seem to be much opportunity available for people who want to follow in the footsteps of George Carlin and Bill Hicks. The guy who really loved what I did about suicide was looking at the judges, including some fucking cunt who had the fucking gall to have the word "liberal" in her fucking name had this horrified look on her face. This guy mentioned that poetry is supposed to be about sharing ideas and it is going to offend a lot of people because it means thinking outside the cage and talking about things that people don't generally talk about along with coming up with new ideas. Another thing that happened that fucking sucks is people left for Austin, Texas on the night of August 7, but not me, however I predicted Armageddon if I could not fucking go. Well, Israel started bombing the fuck out of Lebanon and there was this phony terrorists plot to blow up airplanes on August 10 and Alex Jones is predicting that there will be a major terrorist attack, possibly involving nuclear weapons by October 2006, the latest. I just hope that if something like that happens that it won't fuck up my plans to go to Atlanta this October! There was a "non-poetry" slam on August 22 and I decided to read something about JonBenet Ramsey after all that fucking tabloid fucking bullshit about that guy John Karr getting arrested. To most of the brain dead fucking sheople of this country, that is a more important concern than the government carrying out a terrorist attack involving nuclear weapons and then blaming it on Iran as a pretext to go to war with them. The judges were fucking pricks and cunts again and gave me a horrible score of 16 and I wouldn't have been able to move onto the 2nd round, but someone decided to give up their slot, so I was able to move onto the 2nd round and I did my thing about filling the Gulf of Mexico with Rocks and it went over better than when I did it on October 11 last year with a score of 22.9. Ryan K covered my Return of the Living Dead Fetuses story and he only got a score of 4.9 and part of what contributed to it is he didn't perform it that well, but I still liked the way he performed it. Ezra covered my thing about Gulf War II and he got a score of 18.5. The regular poetry slam season began on September 12 and unfuckingfortunately, it was the end of people covering my material because the scores count for the new season. I did not go on September 12 because I was already getting prepared for my upcoming trip to Atlanta and I was going crazy trying to get a laptop computer on ebay. I did go to the poetry slam on September 26 and I had recently heard a debate between 1 of my co-workers and the manager regarding pre-marital sex and I wanted to speak my mind on that! Unfuckingfortuneately, a couple of asshole judges gave me a low score and I was not able to move onto the 2nd round. My total score was 20.7. Ezra was a judge and he only gave me a score of 6.5 and he did that because I stumbled too much and he said that he heard me do better things. I also recorded it for my upcoming new CD. I missed the poetry slam on October 10 because of I had to go to the doctor because of my high blood pressure and itchy balls. More on that shit, later. The next and final poetry slam before going to Atlanta was on October 24 when I did my rant about 911 truth seekers bitching about too much smut on tv and the judges were fucking assholes and only gave me a score of 18.3 and unfuckingfortunately, I wasn't able to move onto the 2nd round as I was getting ready to leave for Atlanta.
Things continued to go quite well with the gay writer's group in 2006. On January 19, I read my thing about being Laura Ingalls in my previous lifetime and it went over quite well. Danny reminded me that I write and talk about things that most people don't generally write or talk about and he is glad that I do that, which is very cool. On February 15, I read my thing about Getting Sick, in which I described getting diarrhea in graphic detail, but I don't think that it went over as good as some of the other things I have done, but someone told me that I keep getting better and as Danny mentioned, most people don't talk about the details of diarrhea, but they fucking should! On March 15, I did the same thing I did at balls on March 12 about my 10-year Anniversary of visiting Minnesota in 2001. I don't think that went over as good as some of the other things that I did, but someone told me that it was the best thing that he heard me do because I shared personal experiences, which may mean that he didn't like other things. My luck ran out on April 19, 2006 when I decided to read My piece on what isn't bullshit and Chuck was offended because I got so graphic about abortion because he's a father. Gee, he offended me with his hate mongering bullshit against people who are misunderstood, so I at least got partially even! He also, said that My thing wasn't funny. Too bad! My luck bounced back on May 17 when I did part I of My autobiography and Chuck was there, but he left before I read it. They had an open mike on June 21 to celebrate gay pride and I did My thing about being Laura Ingalls. I went to the open mike on July 19 and I read a thing that I hadn't read since June 27, 2004 at balls when I read My thing about beating off for the 1st time. It went over better than My rant about what isn't bullshit, but I didn't get very many laughs and it might be because they have gotten accustomed to My"shock value". I was planning on reading My very controversial thing about "What Mother Earth Likes" on August 16, but I decided not to go after I found out that Danny wasn't going to be there because he would have at least been somewhat on My side and be understanding if every other fucking asshole attacked me for it. On September 20 I did my rant against therapists and it went over the best since I read the tribute to the cat in November 2005, but on October 18, I did read my thing about What Mother Earth Likes and it didn't go over as well, but at least the reaction wasn't as bad as when I talked about scraping out unborn fetuses from pregnant women!
I found out more fucking bullshit about mystery shopping bullshit problems. On January 19, which was a good day because the gay writer's group went good, but it was a mixed blessing because when I went to set up My schedule, I found out that I can't schedule anymore because they fucking put me on probation because of what I said in that report about "Merry Christmas". As of now, it looks like I am off of that probation bullshit, but I haven't done a mystery since January 2006. On June 11, 2006, I did My 1st mystery shopping since January 22 at a cell phone place and another 1 at a restaurant on June 20. They bitched about things I did with both jobs and deducted 0.5 points off of both jobs. They said that I wasn't specific enough at describing products and plans for the cell phone and said that I wasn't factual when I did My report for the restaurant and wasn't supposed to express My opinions and "asides". I was able to be objective when describing My experiences, but when it came to describing the food, how the fuck is someone going to be objective. Either you like it or you don't like it. How the fuck can you be objective about that? It doesn't make any sense. I was able to get a couple more mystery shopping jobs in July. I did a job on the day after the 4th of July and they told me that it was a good audit. Unfuckingfortunately, that was the only thing that went over good. I did a shop at an expensive furniture store and they bitched about me writing in the present tense, instead the past tense. Things were worse when I did a shop at a pizza place in which they bitched about me not being objective enough and having too many "asides" and all that bullshit. They indicated more fuckups than when I did My shop just before Christmas last year in which I mentioned that I wasn't happy about an employee saying "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy Holidays", which is a strong indication that they discriminated against me for no liking fucking Christmas. I only had 1 mystery shop during August 2006 and at least they told me that it was a good audit.
My luck at figuring out how to get anywhere with how to make a living by being a spoken words artists/writer has been total fucking shit, so far this year. After having problems with the gay writer's group on April 19, My support has dwindled since then, even though other things have gone over better. Danny doesn't have a lot of the answers on how to get stuff published and he said that the business side of all this is always a pain in the ass. I don't believe that it has to be. If I had some more answers, working on this could be almost as much fun as the writing and spoken words itself. I e-mailed someone from the Barbara Sher's book Wishcraft who is here in Minnesota and I asked her about how I can find a "buddy" and the fucking bitch fucking cunt didn't have the fucking decency to e-mail me back. I e-mailed someone else in Iowa and that fucking cunt didn't fucking bother to e-mail me back either as more months of My life continue to get wasted. I went to an artists workshop on July 13 and got a webpage started, but I fucking need help at promoting myself. Someone who I met there told me to call her, but I decided to e-mail her and she didn't fucking e-mail me back, either, but I am hoping that it has only been because she told me to call her. Also, I did call and all I got was her answering machine and I didn't leave a message because I don't want to deal with her not bothering to call be back because so many people do that kind of fucking bullshit!
Another thing that happened this year is I had more problems with that guy who lives in the apartment downstairs from me. It happened on March 31 at around 11:15PM when I was vacuuming and I wanted to get it done before midnight. After I was about 10 minutes into it, I got a knock on the door from that guy downstairs and he told me that he was trying to sleep and I told him that I only have a couple minutes left and he was being a real fucking prick and he said "I don't fucking care, turn that shit off" and I told him that I was going to fucking finish that up and if he didn't like it, that was too bad and the fucking prick banged on the door and I resumed My vacuuming and the fucking asshole got the caretaker of the building and he told me that I can't clean that late at night. He did agree to let me finish it up considering that I only had a couple of minutes left. By April 6, just as I had hoped that the worst of this fucking shit had passed, I get a knock on My fucking door at 10:45PM and it was the caretaker, who told me that someone from the management team came by at around 6:30PM and he wanted to talk to me about all this fucking bullshit and he wanted to know when I would be home the next day, April 7. I was wondering, what the fuck? I hadn't fucking vacuumed at night since March 31 and why did that fucking bastard wait 6 days to file a complaint with building management. That was the same fucking prick who has the nerve to impose a fucking curfew on me and tried to tell me that I can't walk around at night. The good news is that guy never showed up the next day. Then almost a month later on May 4, I get a fucking letter telling me that someone complained about loud noises coming from the apartment during the early morning hours and they said something about tvs and radios to get My fucking stress and anxiety intensified, again. I did have the TV on loud 1 morning during that early week. I wonder if 1 of the neighbors on My floor complained, but I get the feeling that it was that fucking asshole starting more shit with me and harassing me. I made a wonderful discovery on October 3! I checked the mailbox and that fucking prick who lived downstairs is no longer on it, which means that he moved? I think. I fucking hope! I am 95% sure that he moved, but I also thought that he moved on March 31, 2006 when I decided to vacuum when I was unpleasantly surprised by that fucking asshole knocking on the door and cussing at me and being a total fucking prick. None the less, that shit along with all that other shit has caused my blood pressure to be high on a dangerous level and I now have to take medication for it and I don't even know if it's working. I just hope that my trip to Atlanta will be enough to lower it.
Things sure as Hell didn't go over to lower it as I was frantically getting ready to go to Atlanta during late October 2006, especially on October 25, but things were hectic weeks before going on my trip going back to August 31, 2006 as I rented porno films to bring with. I got a couple of free regular movie rentals on my birthday, so I decided to rent V-for Vendetta and Biohazardous, which takes place in the same town that Joon grew up in New Jersey. I then wanted to get a laptop and what I saw in the computer stores were way too fucking expensive, in which it would cost a lot more and have a lot less on things such as speed and memory that I have on my regular computer, which costs a lot less and I would need a mininum of 512 megabytes of RAM or it might not be able to play movies. I saw some good deals on ebay, but the price would shoot up too fucking high at the end of the auction. I tried to get a Toshiba laptop on September 12 and I was outbidded, but as it turns out, the person put a bid on it of $1300 and then I found out that he had committed fraud, so I was given the winning bid on the laptop. I was so excited that I would finally have a computer that I could travel with. I got the laptop on September 19, but didn't have the time to experiment around with it until the early morning hours on September 20. The 1st thing that I tested was the inter-net and that worked good. Then I put 1 of my CDRs in and I didn't fucking like what I had discovered. It turns out that the fucking thing won't read CDs or DVDs. I had my friend Todd try to figure it out to see if it was a software issue and he couldn't get it to work. I took it to Geek Squad to find out that the CD DVD drive is fucked and I would need a new 1, which would cost over $300. I tried to contact the guy that I bought it from and the fucking asshole didn't respond to my e-mails. On September 27, I decided to contact ebay and open up a dispute with that asshole and ebay was also going to do an investigation to see of that asshole had comitted fraud or done anything illegal. After being contacted by ebay, that guy finally contacted me to try to work this out. He agreed to reimburse me $100, which isn't enough considering that the repair would cost over $300 and from what I found out that it is quite common for the CD/DVD drives to fuck up on these Toshibas and even when a new 1 is put in, the new 1 ends up fucking up after a short amount of time, so fuck the repair. He also agreed to have me send it back, but it took until October 9 before he contacted me and it would already be too fucking late to send it back and get another laptop before leaving for Atlanta, not to mention that worse things could be fucked up with another laptop. I told him that I would wait until November to send the laptop back and I hadn't heard from him, so I assumed that that would be OK.
The 1 way that I was lucky during September 2006 is summer at least ended on time for a change, so I wouldn't have to deal with preparing for my trip in the sweltering heat, but I would just not bother preparing until the hot weather ended, which hasn't been until late September in so many recent years, thanks to fucking global warming. Despite being lucky enough to have summer end on time with very few hot days, 1 thing after another had to fuck up to set me back. On September 18, my fucking car broke down because I couldn't get gear out of park. That was just 2 days after Leslie Ball had that "talk" with me about how I offended her by saying "insulting" things about women and referring to them as fucking cunts and falsely accusing me of directing hatrid towards women, so I was already way too fucking streesed out from going through that bullshit. I had the car towed to Tires Plus and they woke me up at 9AM on September 19 and what I had hoped for was that they would tell me what's wrong with the car. Instead, they tell me that I have to come down and throw out the "trash" that's in the front seat of the car or they weren't going to touch it. I couldn't believe that kind of fucking shit! They had a very militaristic authoritarian attitude. There's nothing worse than when the car breaks down or can't drive it being stuck with fucking assholes like that! I had to be inconvienianced by having to walk down there and I only threw some things out and put the rest of it in the trunk. What I have in the front seat is none of their fucking business. I never had to deal with fucking bullshit like that before when I needed a car repair! It was possible to use a coat hanger to stick it in the thing to get the car out of park and drive it and they told me that I then needed to go and fill the car up with gas before they would fix it. As I was driving away, I was thinking to myself, "fuck Tires Plus!" I don't need that kind of fucking bullshit and I don't need to put up with that kind of fucking attituded to have the privilage of paying someone a lot of money to fix the car. I decided to take it to Car X and it still cost too much money to fix, but at least they treated me a lot better. There was another problem with the car and the struts had to be replaced and that costs over $1200 to fix, which really fucking sucks, but I needed to get the car in good shape for the Atlanta trip.
Another thing that I started to feel was very important to work on during 2006 was to work on saving my health before catching some horrible diseas. I decided to order Enerfood after Jack Blood started taking it and said that he hadn't even gotten a cold in over a year since he started taking it. I decided to order it on Good Friday, April 14. My Enerfood arrived 1 week later on April 21, and even though it's organic, but because I was uncertain of possible side effects, I had to wait until April 25 before I would try it because I wanted to see if it would cause me to get sick or any unwanted shit like that and I would be hom just incase it. I took my Enerfood for the very 1st time on April 25 at around 5:10PM. I did feel a slight surge of energy, but I was still tired and crapped out for about at around 6:30PM and woke up at 7:45PM and I did feel better, but I usually feel better after getting some sleep. I didn't take Enerfood again until April 30 and I took it with the Cocanut oil and I felt an intense high, which gave a feeling of being drunk with caffein. Unfuckingfortunately, I didn't get a feeling quite that good during the other times that I took it. Now, Jack Blood said that he didn't get sick once since he started taking it, except the time when he got a cold. Unfuckingfortunately, on May 22 I got a cold and it was a fucking bad 1. Not only that, I lost my sense of smell and hasn't really come back since then. My abilty to smell has been able to come back, but it has only been temporary and I have experinened a lot of weak and distorted smell, so I don't know what the fuck is going on? Because the fucking smell failed to come back by July 1, I decided to discontinue Enerfood, thinking that it may have had something to do with my sense of smell getting fucked up. In August, I tried a major detoxing with some type of tea, Chlorella and some drops and that made me feel better than Enerfood for awhile, but it wasn't something that I should have continued taking because that shiit was fucking expensive. Also, my fucking blood pressure had gone up to new record highs by early October, thanks to the car trouble and that laptop that didn't read CDs and that fucking douchbag asshole piece of shit motherfucker who failed to respond to my e-mails. I had to go to the doctor and blood pressure ain't something to fuck around with, so I had to take the medication that they gave me, while I continue to search for a herb that might actually attack the root cause of the problem.
Even with the medication, my blood pressure must have been sky high in late October as I was frantically getting ready to leave for Atlanta. On October 25, which was the day that I was supposed to leave, I had to copy movies from my main computer to the laptop with a jump drive, which was time consuming, but I could have used CDs if that fucking piece of shit would read CDs and DVDs, but with my luck of shit, it wouldn't. I also had to put the final touch on my new CD called If Your'e not offended, then I'm not doing my Job and do some of the artwork at the very last minute. I had to burn CDs and DVDs, in hopes they would play in the DVD player at Joon's place. I had to spend a couple hours alone looking for my spoken words that I have written and couldn't fucking find a lot of them. I had to disconnect the modem from the computer, in case I could use that for inter-net at Joon's place.
After all that bullshit, I didn't get to leave until 6:30AM on October 26 as it gets worse with each time I go. When I drove to Atlanta in October 2003, I didn't leave until after 11PM. When I left in January 2005, I didn't leave until 3:45AM on the day after I was supposed to leave and this year, it wasn't until 6:30AM, the next day. My next trip to Atlanta is tentatively sheduled for January 2008 and with the way things keep fucking up worse, I probably won't leave until 10AM and that's if I can go at all. I got into Wisconsin near La Crosse at around 9:45AM and my anxiety usually runs rampant well after I leave on a trip, but once I get into Wisconsin, I usually start to feel a lot better because I know that I am on my way and usually start to feel safe because I begin to realize that I didn't forget something that would fuck up the entire trip. It rained during most of my drive down there, but it was rain free until I got south of Madison, Wisconsin. I got into Illinois shortly before 1PM and considering that I only had 15 minutes of sleep, my eyes started to fucke up real bad. I don't know if it was that pink eye shit or some type of infection. I also put the pink eye stuff in my eye and it took a long time, at least 45 minutes to an hour before my eye started to feel even a little bit better. Shortly after 4PM I made it to Ryan's Buffet in Champaign/Urbana, Illinois and that's when I felt much better emotionally because I knew that I was well on my way to Atlanta and I got to eat like a pig. I left Ryan's Buffet at around 6:30PM and I made it to Bloomington, Indiana shortly before 10PM Easteren Time where I stopped for the night. I wanted to go to a gay bar with my ghost that lights up and shakes, but thanks to everything fucking up, getting out so late and having only 15 minutes of sleep, I was fucking exhausted. I was so fucking tired, I crapped out at around 11PM and didn't wake up until 10AM on October 27. During October 2003 and January 2005, I decided to go to Atlanta on my way by going through St. Louis and Memphis, but because I got out so fucking late, I decided to take a more direct route to save time and gas because that was getting so fucking expensive.
I wanted to salvage and experience as much as Bloomington, Indiana as possible before heading towards Atlanta. I wanted to use the inter-net at the library at the University of Indiana, but the fucking bastards had it blocked. I was fucking pissed and upset about that fucking bullshit. I wanted to e-mail Joon to touch base with what's going on. I tried to use a computer that had a sign that said that it was for employees only and it didn't take long before the guy at the desk where the computer was at to notice and he acted like a prick and I was barely able to get an e-maile sent to Joon as he was getting more and more nasty. He did at least have enough decency to tell me that I could get a visitors pass. I did get a visitors pass, but I had to show them my driver's license, so I couldn't be anonoymous and that fucking sucks and I couldn't send hate e-mails to fucking assholes and be anonymous about it, but I didn't have the time to do that anyway. I stayed at the University of Indiana's library until 2PM Eastern Time and noticed that Bloomington, Indiana looks like a cool town. I stayed there until 3PM Eastern Time before heading on towards Atlanta and I wish that I had more time to experience it and leaving so fucking late fucked everything up. At least I was able to take a lot of pictures of Bloomington, Indiana because it looks like an interesting place. I went down a road that didn't have a lot of traffic, but it took until 4:30PM Central Time to get into Kentucky. As I got towards the Ohio River in South Indiana, there were a lot of big hills in which it was almost like driving through the mountains and the fall colors were just past peak there, but they looked very cool. Unfuckingfortunately, it continued to rain, which started back just south of Madison, Wisconsin. I made it to Nashville at around 7:30PM and ate at Ponderosa and unfuckingfortunately, they don't have them where I live anymore, but it gave me a chance to eat like a pig again. I decided to check out downtown Nashville before heading towards Atlanta, but the disapointing thing is most of the bands in the clubs were all country music and I didn't hear any punk rock or alternative bands. I went into a store that sold a couple of "obscene" bumper stickers and I thought that was pretty cool! I took a picture of the 1 that says "Jesus Loves You, But Everyone Else thinks that You're an Asshole." It had stopped raining once I got into Nashville and it was warm and even a little bit muggy, but just before I left shortly after 10PM, it got windy, started raining and started to turn cold as a cold front was coming through. It took until close to 4AM before I made it to Atlanta and I would have made it before 4AM, but I had trouble finding Joon's place and went to the wrong apartment complex, but I met some sleezy fuck who wanted to know if Joon was my girlfriend and all that shit. He let me use his cellphone, but he was a sleazy scummy heterosexual who was hoping to meet Joon. The experience was a bit scary because he acted kind of like a psychofuck. I did make it to Joon's place which was just down the street right after 4AM. I didn't do as bad as I did in January 29, 2005 when I didn't make it til after 5AM, but I got caught in that icestorm.
October 29 was my 1st full day in Atlanta (not counting the 1st 4 hours of the day spent on the road) and I didn't mention that Joon and Andy had broken up, which I found out about on Easter 2006. Andy continued to live with Joon until the end of August and he moved to Orlando, Florida and then he had moved to Jacksonville, which is where he was living when I visited Joon, so Andy was not there, which was a relief because he had a tendency to be a bitchy prick about things at times. When I came down in January-February 2005 he bitched about my cat meowing too much. Andy had a rather disempowering low energy personality and he would keep asking me the same questions over and over again. Joon was living with her new boyfriend, Elliot when I came down and he wasn't as bitchy as Andy, there are a couple of things about him that annoy me, which I will get to later.
I was bored most of the time on my 1st day because me, Joon and Elliot went to see a free outdoor concert and most of the bands sucked, except 1 of them, which turned out to be pretty cool. Unfuckingfortunately, I can't remember the name of the band at this point. Things went better after we went to a Chinese Buffet in Decatur, Georgia called "Grand Buffet" and they had quite a bit of good food. Also, there are a lot of lesbians who live in Decatur, Georgia and for that reason, some people call the town, "Dick Hater!" I met Elliot's friend John, who listens to Alex Jones and believe that the September 11, 2001 terrorists attacks were carried out by the governmant themselves. I don't think that he's against abortion like Alex Jones and he even mentioned having a friend who's a lesbian, who thinks that the government carried out the September 11, 2001 terrorists attacks. Later on that night we went to see a couple of concerts at the Star Bar in Little 5 Points and it was the night that Standard Time began, so we got back at around 1:30AM Standard Time. On October 29 we went to Radio Shack, I got a wireless card for the laptop, so I could connect to the inter-net and I was able to connect at Joon's place, but there were a lot of times that it crapped out and I was pissed about that, but I really enjoyed being able to use the inter-net to show cool websites to Joon and Google Earth. The inter-net was able to connect at Joon's place, but I tried it at a coffee shop and it would not connect, while other people were able to get their laptops to connect and that fucking sucks. I listened to Alex Jones and Jack Blood through the laptop on October 30, but the bad thing about that is I pissed away too much of the day and didn't get much of anything else done, except go to the store to make photcopies of my CD covers.
Unfuckingfortunately, Halloween turned out to be a letdown for a lot of different reasons. There was a thing that I wanted to show to Tony once I got into the Chicago area that I downloaded from YouTube and I discovered that I forgot to put the file on the laptop. To make matters worse YouTube took the thing down because they are fucking assholes after Google bought them out. The only good thing that happened on Halloween was when I went to a park nearby that has a lake and I was able to get some good pictures and the fall colors were starting to peak, which I barely saw at all during October-November 2003 because it was too fucking hot out. When I got home, Elliot was watching the news with the volume turned way up high, which was nothing more than a bunch of hate mongering fucking bullshit, which is 1 of the things that annoys me about him and I will get to more of that later. I was on my own for going out Halloween and didn't know my way around all that well. I wanted to go to 1 gay bar, but there was a long line to get in and I get a feeling that there would be a very high cover charge. I went to another place that was dead and boring. I found a shopping center off of Piedmont Road that had 3 gay bars in it, so I decided to stay there for the night. I took my ghost with me that lights up and shakes and I met some people who were cool and enjoyed my ghost!
The day after Halloween had more letdowns. Joon was going to drive to this open mike until she found out that it was a long fucking way away and decided that she didn't want to go. To make matters worse I was almost out of gas and when I went to the gas station, the guy who worked there was a Pakistani fuck and he wouldn't take travelers cheques, which made me go into a rampage. I went to another gas station in which the price per gallon was more expensive and was owned by another Pakistani fuck, but at least he took a travelers cheque. Then we went to Fire Mountain, which was an all-you-can-eat buffet that is owned by the same people who own Ryan's. It was pretty good and I was able to sneak in without having to pay which makes things even better. I went to the open mike, but it was crowded in there and it was mostly music, which also sucked and I was not prepared for this, so I decided to go back to Joon's place. As my visit was coming to an end, I spent November 2 and 3 checking out different parts of Atlanta and there was a party for Elliot's birthday on November 3. Very few people showed up, but 1 person who was there was Michelle and she was rather prissy and she thought that I was crude when I told the joke: Where is an Elephant's sex organ? On it's foot because if it steps on you, you're fucked. I also mentioned that I once masturbated in a car once. I sure wish that I had thought of the 1: What kind of sound do you hear when a Catholic Priest has sex with a young boy? A joyful noise unto the Lord! God, I wish that I had thought of that 1! On November 4 we went to a Golden Corral to eat like a pig and then we went to a drum circle, which was my 3rd to the last day of being in Atlanta.
Things went better than they did during my January 2005 visit, but unfuckingfortunately, there were a lot of disappointments as well. Things went better than they did in January 2005 because I had the laptop with me and I was able to use the Internet and I was able to show movies. When I was there in January 2005, the Internet was shut off because Andy did not pay the bill and things were fucked up and he didn't have any speakers for the computer and the only way that I was able to show a movie to Joon was for her to listen through a pair of headphones and I wasn't able to hear it. Also, the DVD player wouldn't play my DVDs, but things weren't much better with that this time, either.
If that's not all, Mysterious Skin was the only movie that was able to play on Elliot's DVD player. Every other movie I tried fucked up. I showed Joon Martial Law-911-Rise of the Police State and Terrorstorm from Alex Jones on the laptop. I also showed Biohazardous, which takes place in Hillsdale, New Jersey, which is where Joon grew up. I showed an episode of Family Guy and Joon liked it because it was really in bad taste. I also showed Beyond Treason, which really gets into how the government fucked the people over who have served in the wars, including the current war with Iraq. I wish that I had time to show more movies, but I didn't and that fucking sucks!
I mentioned Alex Jones and Bohemian Grove at the 1st open mike that I spoke at the Java Monkey in Decatur, Georgia when I did my 4 more Years of Hell thing after George W Bush got selected for a 2nd term in office. No one heard of Bohemian Grove who was there that night to my knowledge. The 2nd open mike was a comedy open mike at the Star Bar when I did my thing that I read at the poetry slam on Valentine's Day, which is about scat and how Satan causes shit to stink. It went over pretty good and a lot of people liked it. Unfuckingfortunately, I chickened out on November 1 because I was on my own and wasn't sure if the crowd could handle my thing on November 1 and the 3rd and final open mike that I spoke at while I was in Atlanta was at the Java Monkey again on November 5 and I talked about being Laura Ingalls in my previous lifetime and a couple of people told me that they liked it, so that was pretty cool. I also wanted to have Joon call Leslie Ball's cell phone or vice versa on November 5, so she could read something into the cellphone at balls, while I was in Atlanta, but Joon called her way back in early October and Leslie never returned the call, so she didn't get to read her material into the cellphone at balls, while I was with Joon in Atlanta.
Unfuckingfortunately, my last day in Atlanta was on November 7 and the only thing I did was send some e-mails and I took pictures of the apartment complex where Joon lives. I showed the Beyond Treason movie during my final couple of hours of being there. I left Atlanta at around 9:45PM and drove all night to the Chicago area to stay with Tony's friend, Chuck for a little over 24 hours. I got into Nashville before 2AM and got into Indiana shortly before 4AM, but didn't get to Chuck's place until a little after 11AM on November 7. The high temperature in the Chicago area on November 7 and 8 was 68, which means that it turned out to be warmer than it was when I was in Atlanta, but weather works in strange and mysterious ways.
I didn't get that pink eye shit, but that might have only because I had pre treated the eyes before I left Atlanta. I was fucking tired and had to crash for a few hours. Later that day, I went to the Golden Corral in Bolingbrook, Illinois and unfuckingfortunately, the nearest 1 here is in Rochester. I got to Tony's place at around 10:30PM and I had to make sure that I put the tag in the window for the condo that he lives in so the fucking bastards wouldn't end up towing me again, which happened the last time I was there on October 22, 2005. I showed Tony the beginning of Martial Law-911-Rise of the Police state to Tony along with some other interesting things on the laptop. Unfuckingfortunately, I wasn't able to connect to the Internet with the laptop, except for Joon's place. Chuck had Randal who lives in the same building with him, look at the laptop to see what the fuck was the problem was with not being able to connect to the Internet and he wasn't able to figure it out. I was at least able to still use the computers anonymously at College of Du Page and Chuck also had a computer that connected to the Internet, which he didn't have the last time that I was there in October 2005. Unfuckingfortunately, my time in the Chicago area was very short lived and I left Chuck's place at around 7PM, but I went to that all-you-can-eat buffet near Tony's place and I got to talk to Joon and she told some bad news that she was going to be getting a substantial rent increase were she lives, which made for an uncertain future for my next visit to Atlanta, hopefully, January 2008. I left the Chicago area shortly after midnight on November 8 and I didn't get pink eye, but I was fucking tired by the time I got to Madison, Wisconsin and I had to pull into the parking lot of a Denny's and crap out for awhile at around 3:30AM on November 9 and I continued heading back to Murderapolis at around 4:45PM.
I got home at around 9:45AM on November 9 and I was not very happy about my trip coming to an end at all. I didn't have Internet here because the I took the modem with me and it was still in the car. The shit news that Joon told me didn't help, but the future seems more uncertain and hopeless with each passing day and that fucking sucks. The way that I felt after this trip ended was the worst that it's been since August 1992 when I was still living in Florida when I went to Chicago with Joon. I would have to say that it would be very difficult for the way I felt to be worse than I did in August 1992 because Murderapolis is better than Florida because Florida is a fucking cesspool!
The 1st poetry slam after my trip to Atlanta ended, which was the final poetry slam that I went to in 2006 was on November 14, which was a rant about my high blood pressure and I got a score of 23 and I was able to move onto the round and I did my rant about Give me an all-you-can-eat buffet or give me death and I got a 22 on that 1, but unfuckingfortunatley, I wasn't able to move onto the 3rd round. I had 2 performances left at balls in 2006. On November 26, I did my rant, Everything Changed on Thanksgiving 1986, which was dedicated to the 20th anniversary of my 1st day of living in Florida, which was on November 27, 1986 and that day sucked. In fact, it was 1 of the worst days of my fucking life among many of the days that followed that day because I had to start living in that fucking cesspool. I got some laughs while I was doing my thing, but noone told me that they liked it and that fucking sucks. Leslie Ball wasn't there because she had to have knee surgery and with the way she had treated me and because she failed to call Joon, while I was in Atlanta on November 5, I wasn't able to feel too sympathetic. My final spoken words performance at balls during 2006 was on New Year's Eve early in the day and I decided to cover 1 dirty Christmas song and I was able to write 2 of my own and I even wrote another cover of a dirty Christmas song on my own. I did a total of 3 dirty Christmas songs. The 1st dirty Christmas song I sang was called I stuck my Dick Inside a Reindeer and then the 2nd song I sang was called My Favorite Things with my lyrics with a little bit of help from Joon. The 3rd dirty Christmas song I did was called Suck on my Cock, which sounds like Jingle Bell Rock. I don't know what the fuck happened, but Leslie Ball did get the phone message from Joon, but it was after I got back from Atlanta and because she did not have her cellphone #, she wasn't able to call her. Leslie broke her knee and she said that she wasn't able to return Joon's call, but I think that she broke her knee after November 4, so I don't know how she got the message after November 4. Anyway, after Leslie's talk to me on September 16, things went over a lot better than I had thought that they would and in fact a lot of people enjoyed hearing me doing the dirty Christmas songs and I gota lot of laughs too.
I went to the gay writer's group twice after I got back from Atlanta. I went on November 15 and read my thing 4 more years of Hell, which was my rant about George W Bush getting selected for 4 more years as president and I mentioned Alex Jones and Bohemian Grove. It seemed to have gone over kind of neutral, not that bad, but not that good, either. Danny didn't know how I knew so much and went into quite a bit detail about how the government carried out the September 11 terrorists attacks and he suspects that it could very will have been an inside job! The final thing that I read at the gay writer's group in 2006 was on December 19 and I did my thing, Everything Changed on Thanksgiving 1986 and it went over fairly well and someone told me that he hates Florida and had just gotten back from there and just by reading the Miami Harold, a mainstream newspaper and can't believe how rampant government corruption is going on there. That same guy, Chuck, who was offended when I talked about abortion liked it, mainly because his mother was killed in that shit state by a drunk driver who was able to get away with it.
The 1 bit of good news is I went to the doctor on November 30 to see if the lasinopril was working to lower my blood pressure on November 30 and my blood pressure was 120 over 90, which is a little higher than it should be, but it's a substantial improvement from where it was. I also lost my sense of smell on May 22, 2006 after getting a cold and it only came back with me having weak and distorted smell since then and I don't know what the fuck is causing that. Unfuckingfortunately, 2006 was another year of a lot of disappointment and the year had to have a very stressful ending. On December 30, a note was left under my door on a fucking Saturday that they were going to do an inspection of all apartments on January 3, 2007 for bugs. I had to spend the final 2 days of 2006 being in a state of panic cleaning shit up in hopes that they wouldn't fuck with me any farther. Unfuckingfortunately, the time goes by faster than the accomplishments, but it is time to go onto Pat's 2007 Vision of the World Page and hopefully things will get better as time evolves.