Guilty

So... I had no idea... but it seems that ol' pilljunkie is free on bond, awaiting sentencing, after pleading guilty to breaking into my house...

Here's the updated docket sheet.

Would've been cooler if someone would've, maybe, let me know something about it, all...

Still want my fuckin' razor... and maybe my mechanic's gloves (no, I'm not a mechanic, but they were pretty nice gloves)... but most definitely the razor... *sad face*

He also pleaded guilty to a count of forgery on the same day and has to go to court on the 30th... possibly to be sentenced? Maybe he will be sentenced for the burglary on the same day? Eh, who knows?

"Love... I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside..."

Oh, man... I actually got off work before 6am, this morning... and I'm actually off, tomorrow... I'm truly amazed... I have no idea what I will do with all the spare time... Oh, yeah, I do... sleep. I'll just hang out all day in my lounge pants... Won't shave... just be a lazy slob for a day... that will be awesome... too bad there's no good TV on Tuesdays...

I love good dreams... I had a really good dream, yesterday... It was one of those "so real you could smell stuff" types of good dreams... It wasn't a sleazy dream (anyone that knows me very well knows that, for some reason, I never dream about sex... like, ever), but it was kinda sexy, I guess... I love the feeling when I wake up from an awesome dream... and then kinda hate the feeling when I am awake enough to realize it was just a dream... so I try to go back to sleep real quick to see if I can pick up where it left off... which has actually worked a few times. It didn't work, yesterday, but I guess it didn't really matter... what I dreamed was certainly satiating enough for me... and like I said, there was no actual "sex" involved in said dream (if there were, I probably wouldn't have felt as good about the dream when I woke up)... just a lot of "being there" and stuff... Sooooo real... Speaking of...

"Love, let me sleep tonight
On your couch...
And remember the smell
And the fabric
Of your simple city dress...

Oh... That was so real

We walked around
'til the moon got full
Like a plate...
And the wind blew an invocation
And I fell asleep
At the gate...

Oh... That was so real
Oh... That was so real..."

...always totally loved that song...

Y'know what really grinds my gears? Not getting text messages... I mean, receiving things telling me that several text messages have come while I was asleep... and not actually receiving any of them... Well, a couple of them were reminders for sporting event things, I'm sure, which is no great loss - I was asleep, anyway... but the other ones that came in, I think I really wanted to get them...

It's an extreme rarity that it ever happens... but when it does, it aggravates the living hell out of me... there is no living hell in me, right now, because it's all been aggravated out. I'll live... but damnit, anyway.

I don't enjoy being in pain... It's not a welcome thing, to me... I am not "into" it... However, after a night of absolutely exhausting work, I am very much "in" it... and to beat all, instead of having a day off to recuperate like I was planning to, I have to work... because I'm a good guy like that.

There's a guy that comes in in the mornings... he's like one of those guys that whistles... constantly... over top of music. Now, I'm not much for whistling... I tend to find it a bit annoying when people whistle over top of music that is playing... and this guy is vamping over top of Neil Diamond and Air Supply shit like an avante garde jazz saxophonist... The music at work is pretty decent - lots of classic rock (Rush, etc.), sprinkled with some modern stuff... nothing too heavy, or anything. Then, at 6am, it changes over to a bunch of schlock (can't wait for the Christmas music to start - oh, boy). Now, I'm staying super-extra late at work to make up for some people being complete slackers and dropping the ball left and right... I don't want to hear this guy whistling in the first place... and then to have him whistling loudly over top of really shitty music... totally aggravating. I seriously thought about how much I would have liked to shoot him in the face for about ten minutes.

I have to go take some aspirin... because it's all I have... and I have to lay down... because I hurt so much I can barely sit up.

I'm in a good mood... I'm in a bad mood...

I have totally clarity... I've never been so confused...

The more I look... the more I need to look...

The more I consume... the emptier I feel.

The firmer I plant my feet on the ground... the more I want to fly.

The more pressure I apply... the more it bleeds.

...

Waitress : Tuna on toast, coleslaw, cup of coffee.

George : Yeah. No, no, no, wait a minute, I always have tuna on toast. Nothing's ever worked out for me with tuna on toast. I want the complete opposite of on toast. Chicken salad, on rye, untoasted... and a cup of tea.

Without doubt, the best cookies on the face of the entire planet.
I think I just drank the biggest glass of milk I may have ever had in my life...
(and yes... my phone is cooler than yours...)

I took this the other night on the way home from work... it's the new U.S. Grant Bridge... that came in something like three years late (they tore down the old one in 2000, I believe)... At the time, there were something like three bridges in the world like it... now, there's a buttload, and the Portsmouth bridge isn't all that special, anymore... Oh, well... it's still pretty cool lookin'.

Ahhh... The follies of a late night in Portsmouth...


Don't have any idea who he is... but he's famous, now...


I checked to make sure he was still alive before I left...

Another funny piece of spam email:

Subject: Do you want a body like jessica simpson

Umm... No.

Behold... Gina - Greek goddess of inebriation and conversation... Well, okay... she's Italian (close to Greece, anyway)... but she was still drunk.

Okay... what the hell is a "fashionista" supposed to be? I've been seeing a commercial on tv with some girl with that caption under her name... and I'm not sure that I've seen anything stupider in my life.

The Sheezee


This stuff is so good, it should be a crime... The Blueberry is incredibly good... but the Country Maple is almost better than sex... almost, I said.

Here's the docket sheet for the case, so far.

Damn... I really miss my razor - I'll most likely never see it, again... I despise blades, anymore.

Mom, if you're listening? Christmas? Possibly? Eh?

I was just checking one of my emails... and I got a piece of spam - well, this address seems to be riddled with it, anymore... but, still, I found the subject line of this one rather intriguing:

Subject: But now I can penetrate hardly and give the pleasure to every woman!

So, every woman needs to be prepared for the pleasure, apparently... Now, if I can just find one to penetrate hardly, you're all good to go.

Maybe I should have actually read the mail before I pitched it...

I held out as long as I could... but I finally had to turn my furnace on a little bit ago... I'll porbably turn it back off here in an hour or so, but it was just too freakin' cold...

I'm not taking my air conditioner out of the window, yet... because, of course, it will be 85 again within a week... 'cause that's just how it is around here this time of year.

"The Burglary," Part II

Okay... I guess I could have written about this much sooner... like, later that morning... but, I didn't...

This is actually a pretty long story, but I'll try to keep it not too long-ish...

So, after I was broken into, I decided that when the sun came up, I was going to go see if I could maybe find my wallet in one of the dumpsters or trash cans, nearby... So, I went out and had a look around... I decided to have a look at the back door screen that was ripped open to gain access to my back door and all that... took a couple pictures of it... and when I was coming back down the steps, I noticed something unusual... looked like drag marks... Well, the intruder person took a HUGE plastic Rubbermaid tub (that I had used to bring down some appliances and such when I moved in) and put all the stuff they stole into it... So it made sense... It also told me that there was only one person doing the burglary... It was easily a two-person sized tub... so one person would have to drag it (two people could have easily carried it). The grass had been cut the day before and was extremely short, to the point of exposing the soil underneath in some uneven places)... This helped to make the drag marks a little more conspicuous... So, I followed the drag marks around the back of my nextdoor neighbor's house... and... lo and behold... the drag marks stopped... right at his back porch... There was a trash can between his house and the building next to it... I lifted it up a little bit and could easily tell that it had been in place for quite a while (the grass underneath was a different color (gotta love that chlorophyl stuff) and there were no other marks on the ground where the can could have been sitting before the burglar would have moved it)... There was no way to get that huge tub around the trash can... and the drag marks abruptly stopped at the back porch... I had my suspicions about him as soon as I realized that it had happened (his blinds are always up, but every blind in the house was all the way down when I came home, obviously so no one would look in and see him sorting through my stuff).

I took some more pictures of all of it and then called a former neighbor of mine who is the head of the detective bureau here in town... He and his partner showed up and walked around the houses... I took it upon myself to point out the drag marks and when I did, I was asked to go to the office next door and "hang out" for a while... Within about an hour, I had most of my stuff back... no cash, though... and a few other things that I didn't realize were stolen were still inside (which were later taken out of the house by the kid's mother who came down to clean it out after he was arrested)...

I'm a little pissed that the landlady let the mother in to empty the house out knowing that there was still some of my property inside... so I'll probably never see it, again... I really love that razor, too... not to mention a couple digital recorders and some awesome gloves...

When the police were taking him out of the house in cuffs, I was nextdoor at the business, sorting through all my stuff that they had recovered... The kid stops... looks at me... and says, "Tony, I stole all your stuff..." I kinda laughed and was like, "Really?!?! No way!"

He had a drug problem (that the VA fed for him every month with mass quantities of painkillers, nerve pills, etc.)... The night before, I had come home from work and saw him passed out on his bed... I gave a doubletake and thought he was dead... after I figured out that he was, in fact, still breathing, I went in and fixed my dinner and was walking back through my hallway and saw him trying to stand up off his bed... and failing miserably... I clicked off my hall light and sat there for a minute and watched... He probably fell over four or five times before he made it to his feet for more than ten seconds... I knew something was up, at that point... I thought about maybe saying something to the landlady, but I figured as long as he kept that mess to himself, I wasn't going to put my nose into it... But yeah... end of the month... no job, no money, no dope... and judging from the fact that he emptied out my fridge and pantry, probably no food, either.

It just burns me up to find out that a neighbor would do something stupid like this... I mean, from the first day I was moving in, I knew he was sketchy... but we were always very friendly to eachother (I'm a nice guy, y'know?)... If he would have needed money, I could have just loaned him some... it's not like I didn't know where he was to find him, y'know? But to break into my house and steal my stuff? Lower than low... I mean, I had a "best friend" who decided to steal or attempt to steal every girlfriend I ever had in my life (I had always adopted a philosophy that if the girls were dumb enough to fall for his line of crap, then they weren't worth my time in the first place - the friendship abrupty ended when he decided to scam on the wrong girl... who also fell for it hook, line and sinker)... and he was low (well, besides some of the most ridiculous behavior I've ever seen from people (with regards to that ex)... he actually broke into my old house a few times, himself (caught him once, even), looking for stupid shit... I wouldn't say he was necessarily "stealing stuff," but rather than just asking me about something, he waited for me to not be home and went in and "borrowed it," instead)... okay... so he was really low, too (it's okay, though - he's reaping what he's sown to this day)... but even that dork couldn't touch the sliminess of the little pilljunkie nextdoor neighbor chump.

I don't hate the neighbor kid, or anything... I just think he's an idiot.

I was on my way to work last night... saw this at the tire shop about a block from my house... damn kids...

My apartment was broken into while I was at work, tonight... Took my wallet filled with my rent and stuff (which is due in a couple days, mind you)... my video game console... my Palm Tungsten E2... My badass Braun razor (but they left the cleaning stand and charger, so it won't do them much good, for long - "Hey, thanks for leaving my toothbrush and deodorant! I bet you coulda used them more than the razor.")... all my DVD's - well all the store-bought ones, anyway (because they were obviously seasoned in the thievin' trade)... they even emptied my refridgerator and my pantry (wtf?)... They took other stuff which I'm still trying to figure out... yet, they left all my guitars, my amp, all my computers, a $200 watch sitting right out in the open - all untouched... which is kind of baffling... The thing that hurts possibly more than anything is the fact that in my wallet were the last driver's licenses of my father and my grandfather... some of the only things I'll ever have of theirs.

Y'know... People are funny... and mystifying... and confusing... and aggrevating... and beautiful... and amazing... and inspiring... and they obviously care, or they wouldn't bother...

Would they?

I've been seeing/reading all this crap about how all these parents are outraged at myspace for various reasons... well, it all started when a woman from my town went on a vendetta against the mayor... and found his daughter's myspace profile (why, or how, I'm not really sure)... and proceeded to use the daughter as some kind of pawn in her campaign to smear the mayor... which I found not only retarded and misguided but completely evil on the woman's behalf. Anyhow, it sparked a big debate on a local newsgroup. Many of the people on it immediately jumped on the "myspace is nothing but whores and serial killers" bandwagon... which really cracked me up... because they don't know what the hell they're talking about. Yes, there are whores on there... and I'm sure there's a serial killer and a pedophile or two, as well... but COME ON. Stuff like that is not limited to myspace, by far... It's probably more dangerous to go shopping at the mall than it would ever be to surf myspace. Cyberspace is what it is... you make the best out of it that you can... and if you can't, then maybe you just stick to watching tv.

This was going to be a lot longer... but, y'know... 'nuff said.

The woman eventually got banned from the newsgroup for being an out of line, nuisance douchebucket...

I'll have a little rant on myspace (pro, not con), coming up... probably Monday night... In the meantime... I turned 37 about a week ago... and other than my friends taking me out to dinner... it fucking licked ass...