Nov. 16th, 2005|02:33 pm:

ME: “Hey, quit biting that guy.”
HER: “Quit biting what guy?”
ME: “Your husband or boyfriend or whatever.”
HER: “Oh, I don’t bite nobody.”
ME: “Oh, we could hear him yelling at you to quit biting him.”
HER: “It’s just this little tiff that we get into, he teases me about biting. Who is this? Is this Selena?”
ME: “No, we’re here in your motel with you. Hey, can you be more creative next time? Like shake up a coke can and spray it in his face or something?”
HER: “Sure, I can do that.” (She’s like giggling now)
ME: “I’d appreciate it if you mix it up, and make it more interesting.”
HER: “No problem!”
ME: “Thanks!”
HER: “Oh, you’re _welcome_.” (It reads sarcastic, but she sounded completely sincere.)

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Nov. 16th, 2005|01:42 pm: Moved out of the motel today and into my new apartment. It’s nice to be away from the crazy crackhead motel neighbors of mine, but I sort of miss them in a way. As I checked out of the motel, I mentioned their zany antics to the lady at the front desk and she agreed with me that they were pretty bizzare people. She said he always looks drunk. I never did get a good look at him so for all I know, it was Larry. But I think he was way too young to be Larry. Sounds and acts exactly like him though.

Last night, the son came to the room with two friends. And the motel manager showed up immediately after they went in, knocked on their door and ordered them all to leave. He appeared to know one of the guys that came into the room with him and told the people that he didn’t want “riff raff like that” on the motel’s property. After the manager left, the couple yelled at each other for a few minutes but after that it was quiet for the rest of the night. I recorded during the manager incident but I haven’t listened to it yet to see how it came out. It wasn’t that interesting anyway.

My new apartment rocks. It’s quiet and clean. There’s a shiny green telco can right in my front yard which makes me feel right at home. I have no furniture, though. My desk is a cardboard box and I’m sitting on the floor. I stopped by Staples today to buy a desk (desk is a priority over a bed, of course) but they were out of the one I wanted. I’m supposed to check back today or tomorrow to see if they get one in. There is not one single closet here so I’m going to have to do something about that. There’s a spare room that I might just turn into a big walk-in closet for all of us.

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