Update, Anonymous, Landlady

I'm registering for classes today and then I have to go to the doctor. Very exciting. I've been so tired lately. I think my body is just used to the amount of sleep that it was getting while I was sick, and now that I'm a normal functioning member of society again, I don't have time to sleep all day.

Anonymous, thanks for the notes, I'm pretty sure I've figured out who you are, and thanks for stopping by. Your not the first, nor the last person who has/will tried to talk me out of the surgery, but I don't need to live with anyone but myself, and it is my choice.

Bobby's landlady stopped by yesterday. I never found myself referring to an old woman as a cunt until now, Jane is a cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt. Sorry, had to get it out of my system.

Jane just knocks on the door once and barges in. For all she knows, one day we'll be fucking on the couch, I'm sure that will be a fun suprise for all members involved. Regardless, after letting herself into the apartment, she hand Bobby a piece of paper (typed on a typeriter), saying that whenever she decided that the water bill is too high, Bobby has to pay it. She wanted Bobby to sign the paper and give her money. I told her no. In the lease agreement it clearly states that we pay heat and electric, and she will pay the water bill. It ended up turning into a rather big arguement, manly because she is scenile.

We have three fish tanks at the apartment. Two of those tanks are filled with lizards who are used to living in the desert, hence, the have a small bowl of water in the tank for when they are feeling extra hot. No more than 2 cups of water per lizard. We have a third fish tank that we have been trying to sell since we bought it, that has never been filled with water. Jane started claiming that the last time she was over all of the tanks were full of water, and that's why the water bill was so high. If the lizards tanks were full of water, we would no longer have lizards, they can't swim that long. Anyway, she got mad because we refused to sign the paper, and told her she couldn't do that, but if she wanted to leave a copy of it, we would have a lawyer look at it, and then we'd get back to her.

That just made her more mad. She started bitching about she had just spent all this money fixing the roof. As if that was our fault, her cheap roof was leaving above the $2000 TV and at the opposite end of the house on top of the brand new computer. Really? That's our fault? She's lucky we have renters insurance. Then she just stared for almost a whole minute before I walked her to the door, as she bitched about how we're slobs, which is ironic because the apartment is damn near empty. The second she got to the door, she turned to make another smart ass comment to me, and I closed it. Cunt...cunt...cunty cunt.