Unwelcomed Inspections

So tomorrow in the apartments where I live they are doing a mandatory inspection of all the units. Or at least all the units in my building. This is no good for me. This means that I have to clean up my messy abode. I don't want to do this. It's not that bad for the most part, but the kitchen is messy as heck. And heck is messy. I don't know if they care if my home is messy, but I don't want them to get any ideas about me that the shouldn't be having. I don't know what these would be but it's better safe than sorry I suppose.

I don't really know what they're looking for when they do their inspections. I would like to be here to find out. However, tomorrow my mother has the day off work and we are going to the thing about the human body at the science place. I don't know the correct names for either the exhibition or the place it is exibited, but does that matter? No, it doesn't. So anyways, I'll be there tomorrow while my apartment is being inspected.

So I'll never know what they were looking for or at or anything. Perhaps it's better that way. I don't need to know why some strangers are coming into my apartment. They probably do it all the time anyways. How am I to know? I don't have surveillance cameras installed. Hey that's a good idea, I should do that.

Oh wait, what if there was a camera or cameras installed looking around the front of my building and then it was directed to the cable line or something and then people could put the tv on a special channel and then we could see what was happening outside while we were inside. That'd be badass. Well I'm done typing now. Ok then.

The Start Of Something New

Another in a short line of blog entries. But with each new one it grows. Unless I decide to delete some prior entries. But I won't do that, I won't deprive you of my wonderful writings. You have come to love them. Haven't you? Oh you haven't? Crap, I'll try harder. I just want to please you. That's all I'm here for.

I'm not doing this for my own benefit. This is all for you. Yeah, that's right you. Oh, you thought I like doing this? No freakin way. You don't understand what a horrible experience I experience every time I am forced to sit down and type out these messages. But I put up with it for you.

There are so many things I do for you that you don't even know about. I'm not going to tell you now cause I don't want the recognition. I just want you to know that I do more for you than you could ever imagine. So please try and show me some respect.

Oh that's real funny. Flipping me the bird isn't showing me respect no matter how you try and spin it. That's just like you though. Biting the hand that feeds you. You're so predictable. I just hope that someday you'll understand. I know that day is not today and it probably won't be any time soon. But it'll happen. And when it does, you'll look back on your actions and attitude of today and feel a bit of shame. I'm just trying to help and you only try and hurt. You'll see. One day.

It's been a long time, too long a time

What the hell is the matter with me? Why can't I keep up with making entries in this blog? I do it on my myspace blog. But this one I sort of forget about. I've even got that cool "blog this" button but I don't use it. Well, I'll try harder. And this time I mean it.