The Musical Bay of the Dogs

The Musical Bay of the Dogs

Outside the walls of our dear city, I hear the howling of the dogs, wild, ferocious beasts that snap their teeth at the gates. My poor frightened Sniffles, is huddled at my feet. It is evening, the sun setting.

Today was a good day. Me and my friends played and swam at the beach. I told Basil and Sierra about my dreams of sailing the ocean. Neither believed me. But one of these days, I will.

"April 1st , 2012- Today is the start of fake jornal month. This is the journal of Stella."

"Delightful is the land beyond all dreams,
fairer than aught thine eyes have ever seen.
There all the year the fruit is on the tree,
and all the year the bloom is on the flower."
-found quote.

April 1st, 2012
This month is Fake Journal Month.
The character I have created to write and decorate this homemade journal is named Stella.

She wants to travel, maybe even steal a pirate ship. Who knows where her travels will take her.

Erika

There is a Rat living in the basement

Let's see... the last time I posted I ended up kicking everyone out. There were the aweful str8 couple in the basement. When they moved out the threw kool aid all over everything. The carpet, the ceiling, the fridge and the cookbooks. Joe, the lesbo with the girlfriend, who still had her house.... finally moved out when she realized she couldn't afford it.

I lived without roommates for about 3 months. Aaaahhh, heaven. Then my friend, Rat, got evicted. So he moved into the basement. He is unemployed, for now, living off food stamps and is my cabana boy until I get fed up with his laziness...

Then my very old friend, and ex, Sally, broke up with her girlfriend. Or her gf broke up with her, and now she is going to move in to an empty room. Meanwhile the house is up for sale and we need to keep it exceptionally clean.

Rat has been a big help, with the dog, and shoveling. I leave him little notes of things to do for the day and it seems to be working out. Heck, I don't have to shovel for the rest of the winter! Whooooeeee.

At the same time I have started dating again, after breaking up with Nicole. Just when I thought my life was calm and settled until the bank wants me to move, I have 2 crazy roommates and a couple hot butches in my bed. sigh.

Why the crazy? Is it me? Am I attracting them? Or do I have a kind heart and can't let my peeps be homeless... or am I a sucker?

Roommates or lack of them...

sooo, me and the ex have decided to stop paying the mortgage. after a run of crazy roommates that won't or can't pay rent the stress of being a landlord is just tooooo much.

so now this can be a blog about what happens when you stop paying the bank! sweet. all the cool kids are doing it.

What I have learned so far... find a friend or a family member to cash your checks. keep only the bare min in your checking account to pay bills and stuff. everything else... CASH. Yep, hide it in your mattress, in your socks, under the floor board, in your bra, wherever!

Use your extra cash to pay off credit card debit.

too gay to be functional- mean girls

need I say anymore?
My Grad Skol friend quoted it to me today and I laughed I almost peed my pants.

At least I have a dyke, coming over to look at the room tonight. I hope she is normal.

After I freaked out and told him that I was uncomfortable with him having a revolving door of men come in and out. I told him I barely know him and how well does he know these guys?

So this morning, 6am. What happens? He answers the door to some white guy and lets him in, now they are doing it. This type of behavior has been going on for at least a month.

EEEEW