  Much mojo goes to hiccup as she wings her way to beautiful and exotic Yellowknife, to be a substitute teacher for a month. Honey, fire that travel agent. Things are getting greener and warmer here, I can't wait until i can bask in the sun, not to mention go swimming, and hopefully, maybe, go to the Island and spend time with Beach Family.
Ahh, to be in the waves, and throw jellyfish at unassuming friends... Finished reading "Fight Club" again. It was a hard book for me to read, since it deals with hitting bottom, trying to attain complete self-destructiveness. There were parts that made me cry, softie that i am, but it's one of those books that's worthwhile to read.
No sign of Herr Landlord. He makes me feel the same way CJ did, (CJ was the stalker who died of exposure a few months back) I feel bad for him, his debts, and he seems like the sort of person that no one can relate to; and that's immensely sad. On the other side of things, he's a pain in the ass, creepy, and lately, scary. I have this weird hate-want-to-feel-compassion for him, but I can't, he scares me too much and has not been overtly nice in the past.
I no longer have the need to squeeze his neck until his head pops off, though, and i think that's an improvement. Creepy landlord man Watching people at midnight Time to buy a gun Fridges, when they belong to me, are inherently, wildly frightening. I cleaned mine the other day. Never again will I let my fridge act as a compost heap, honest. 
