I found a new place to live. It's a newish apartment building. It's aight. My rent's actually cheaper now so I've got even more disposable income. I plan on eating sushi twice as much as I used to. Moving sucked. I ended up throwing a lot of stuff out. Even some old DVDs. Why the fuck did I buy Mission Impossible 2? I ended up giving it to some black kid riding his bike in my new neighborhood when I was unloading my car. He gave me a couple of cigarettes in return.

So now my life's back on track in that regard. I'm not sure how it all worked out...I went from not having a place to live one day to finding one, signing a lease, and being all moved in two days later. I think I believe in angels. Things always have this weird wonderful way of working out for me, no matter how much I fuck up. Also, I pooped in a chinese food container and threw it into an open back window in my old landlord's Denali as I was moving the last few things out of my old apartment. Take that, fucker. Take my shit-filled chinese food box. That's not a chicken wing in there, asshole! HAHAHA!

I've felt so cruel and angry and irritable lately. Probably for a variety of reasons. I think the move was pretty stressful. I'm suprised I got through it without any major breakdowns. I got some people from work to help me, and it was greatly appreciated, even though I don't really like any of them. But one of them actually hooked me up with this girl they knew. She sounded really interesting, so I asked for her number and called her up and asked her if I could take her out for sushi on Sunday night. Well, she agreed to let me dine her and of course upon meeting her I realized that I had made a horrible mistake. She didn't live up to any of my expectations. Especially physical ones. Also, she seemed to fancy herself quite the comedian. She was actually kind of mean. Constantly making little jokes about me. Stupid little jokes really, probably just meant to break the ice. But I didn't like her. So I was trying to think of a way to get out of the date. And then my savior walked through the door. I don't know who the fuck this guy thought he was, but he looked completely ridiculous. He was wearing sunglasses (it rained all day sunday and wasn't bright out at all), a long black leather trenchcoat, and had long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He looked like a younger semi-less ugly Dee Schneider. I started choking on my Iced Tea when I first saw him, then quickly looked away, pretending not to see him. I coughed a couple of times and my stupid date asked me if I was okay in a really mean way, kind of laughing at me while she asked me, as if I was a moron for choking on my drink. "Mahhhh," I said quietly, patting my mouth dry with my napkin, "yes, I'm fine." I watched the trenchcoat dork out of the corner of my eye, waiting for him and the UGLY blonde girl that was with him to sit down. He was chewing gum with his mouth open, even though he had just walked into a restaurant to eat a meal. The little japanese guy working the door led them to their table, and then trenchcoat guy said "THANKS A LOT HIRO" all loudly, trying to be a bigshot. I guess he's a regular there. As soon as he sat down, I started looking around the room in a really exaggerated manner, so I could pretend seeing him for the first time. I laid eyes on him for a moment, smiled, looked back at my date who was busy shoving shrimp shumai into her loud mouth, glared at her, then looked back at the trenchcoat guy and stood up, pointing at him and yelling "HOLY SHIT! THAT GUY'S FROM THE FUTURE!! WATCH OUT EVERYONE! HE'S A TIMECOP OR TERMINATOR OR SOMETHING! SHIT!" I then whirled around, knocking my chair over and ran out the front door, once again leaving my date with a bunch of food and an unpaid check. The end.