damn snails!

damn snails!

07/26/2004>4:18 pm ex-girlfriend called me while I was measuring snails, and asked me if I felt like a cup of coffee. I told her I'd ring her up when I was done at school, which I did, by which time she was crying uncontrollably and in no shape for going for a cup of coffee. I went over there and tried to comfort her, but I don't think I helped any.

I think she should see a psychologist, and I've told her this a few times, but she'd always snap at me that she needs real physical help with her girl, which she isn't getting, and going to a shrink wouldn't help. I think she's wrong, but whatever, it's her life. I'm doing what I can to help.

I'm addicted to backgammon. At the apartment I always try to convince Blueboy and Tomer to play with me. I usually lose, but I'm used to it, so it's no biggee.

Yesterday and the day before I started organizing my room. I put all of my bills, bank statements and such crap in binders, instead of just chucking it all. I also arranged all of my parking tickets which I have no intention of paying in chronological order and by City of issuance. Logic would dictate that if I don't intend on paying them, and instead plan to not officially change my address for the next 20 years so any registered mail I receive from angry bill collectors would arrive at my old address at BS and maybe they'll forget about me, I should just burn them. Instead I file them like the anal idiot that I am.

Tonight I'm organizing my pictures.

periscopeboy, signing off.









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