Man what do you even do

Well I guess the last time I wrote in here Molly and me were still lookin' for a place to rent together. Some basic things have changed since then, like that she moved in with Tina. She could tell I was kind of uncomfortable about getting a place together so she took matters into her own hands. I guess out of the two of us she is the one who isn't content to sit still. It was kind of sudden, and it complicates me going to visit because Tina never liked me. Molly didn't know that Tina used to be Ray's old lady, it just so happened that they worked together at Applebee's and Tina mentioned that she needed a roommate to replace some girl who got drafted into the Salt-N-Pepa Army or something.

I said that Tina didn't like me. That was the impression I always got when she was with Ray. She was one of those girlfriends who can be the only person in her man's life. All of her man's friends have to get lost if she's around. You know the type, a real crummy dame, as Dashiell Hammett would say. Maybe it's different now that she's not with Ray though, maybe she will just be indifferent to me rather than outright cold.

Another basic thing that has changed is that I had two moles removed and I feel like two bees are constantly stinging me. If Molly was here she'd tell me to take some Tylenol but she's not so maybe I'll look for that later.

Man places to rent are so crappy

So we have gone looking at a couple rentals lately, not telling Gramma K about it, and damn does the stuff in our price range suck. We looked at this one completely stale apartment from like the 60s and when I flipped the garbage disposal on, it fell out of the sink and all this yellow sludge ran out from inside the cabinet. The landlady, this big sweaty southern person in a white tank top, muttered something about "blacks" and then said that they'd probably be able to fix that. Then the next place had this blind guy living next door, there were all these wind chimes and things to let him know where he was, that would drive me crazy. Another place was directly above a donut shop, with the vent ducting from the frying vat actually running up through the middle of the living room. It was kind of nice with 20s molding and hardwood floors, but I did not like the ducting chimney. Maybe the guy who used to own the donut shop lived there and didn't mind, but that was supremely ghetto.

The ol' lead balloon

Molly did not like the idea of moving into Ray's pool house. She thinks it's weird to have a friend be your landlord. I pointed out that Ray is usually off in his own world and that last night I saw him doing the "bird is the word" dance in full scuba gear at the bottom of his pool. That didn't really change her mind one way or the other but then I made the mistake of telling her about the missile that Ray is leasing and she put her foot down. I guess I wouldn't want to live with a guy who had a missile either, if I was a lady.

So much for free rent...back to the drawing board. Looks like I'm going to have to start doing more freelancing, like teaching suckers at night school how to open Microsoft Excel and then that it is okay to close it again.