09.21.06 - 11:20 p.m.

Part of an email to Rachel.

Heya,

I'm pretty screwed for housing refs too, come to think of it. Scenario: "Uh, well I've most recently lived in a different country. It was a month-to-month apartment building rented under the last name Cheadle. The only person who could possibly give me a reference was the manager that got dragged out of the building by 6 police-people one night in September. So, can I live in your house?" I'll have to get my Dad to beer-bong, or shotgun a few for me and a camcorder sometime. Then distribute it on the net and amuse another landlord-to-be?

P.S. I've witnessed some amazing things lately, like HUGE flocks of TINY black birds at a certain time and place each evening, and our kitten jumping up and down euphorically in the doorway with a string of pearls in his mouth.

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything