Thursday, February 11, 2010

I'm not naming names or anything, but my landlord is weird as hell. Not just a little bit strange, and not odd in an interesting sort of way, just flat-out, straight-up weird as hell. It's not charming, this weirdness. It's mostly infuriating and all-consuming, so that over time I've learned to just ignore him. If I didn't, I would've long ago snapped and got up in his face and "showed my tail" as my mama would say. Honestly, I've lived here nine years and I can count on one hand the number of conversations I've had with him. And he lives in our backyard. Or we live in his front yard. I can literally look out my window right now and see straight into his kitchen. But I haven't seen him in months. See what I mean? Weird. He and John get along swimmingly. John visits him nearly every day and they call and check up on each other. So most of my knowledge of said landlord comes second-hand. That's about five hands too close for my personal comfort. I know this is all vague and shit. I could relate a few stories that would prove my point and both amuse and frustrate everyone, but then you'd also feel sorry for me. But you see, I don't want your sympathy. I just want to know that y'all know. You know?

On another note entirely: I've lost ten pounds since starting Biggest Loser. Yay, me!


Rapunzel said...

Yay, you indeed! Congrats on that weight loss!!

jan said...

Thank you !!!

Tonya said...

yay on the weight loss. i'm tryin' to lose too but i can't imagine it will ever mount up to 10 lbs but a girl can hope.