I Really Can't Say

There have been tons of things going on in my life in which I would love to write about, but out of respect for others it will have to wait.

One thing for sure is I am definitely moving out of here. The last straw was a petty complaint from my roommate concerning the use of his coffee. I helped myself to a cup which he always told me I could do if I was ever out. In the past I have bought him jars of Folgers, coffeemate jars of creamer, cups, bleach, and air freshener. I never asked him for a dime to pay me back. I have taught him how to use a computer with 1000s of answers so he could do his homework, and generally have never asked anything from him.

After helping myself to the coffee, he confronted me the next day and said I should buy a brand new jar because I used his. I reminded him of the countless times I got coffee and creamer for him and his offer of helping myself but I was met with a blank stare. Like he didn't remember any of that. I told him I would not buy him any coffee because basically I paid for that in the past. Over and done with right?

No, he brought it up to me again today. I told him that I was moving from this room this weekend and now he's going to realize how great he had it but screwed it up with either trying to swindle me or just plain craziness. He is a very hard person to live with, and the staff here knows it. They don't like him, and not many other people do. Sorry about the petty rant but this guy is driving me nuts yet again.

Big news. My friend Stretch and I may go in on a One Bedroom Apt. with me taking the living room. We are awaiting the OK from each of our Parole Officers. I told him that I would only be staying there on a temporary basis and he said that would be alright with him. I might be out of here next week. This neighborhood, the people here, the staff, and my nutty roommate have all driven me to the point where my eye is twitching. When I leave or return from the facility, I am patted down for weapons and asked to blow into an alcohol meter. I have to make out a 24 hour in advance pass request if I have an appointment or when I want to go the library. Weekend Passes have to be approved. One time they denied me a pass to Golden Gate Park because there is one part of the park where people smoke weed. Time for me to go. And if the situation with Stretch doesn't work out I will get my own place, even if it's a residential hotel like the one I lived in last year at this time. I've had enough!

Some other things are bothering me which I can't discuss here because I do not want to discuss someone else's business. Just aint right.

Thanks again Babz, Lou, Patty, Stagnant Artist, and Gail who always give me kind words and inspiration. I am on Facebook a lot so you can find me there. Hopefully soon I can write about some of the wonderful things that are happening in my life.

Until Then


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