Well, my "Room For Rent" sign is back up. I've had to ask my sister to find someplace else to steal money from. To not clean up at. To be a general pain in the ass in... I really hope she grows out of it.

Good lord I am tired of doing this dance. The band is out of tune, and that guy by the punch bowl keeps bumping into me and cursing at me with a thick mexican accent. The air is stale, like is being filtered and pumped back into the room, and I think the doors are all locked. Time to break a window.

SO!! If your a deralict, degenerate, deranged, deformed, deluted, desensitized, degaused, or just palin DEMENTED come on by and rent a room. $300 a month, concrete floors (with the ever evasive promise of carpeting) and all the rest and relaxation that illustrious Hawai--Uh, Garland has to offer.