on saturday i was in my house when the radio suddenly turned on on it's own. i'm really glad i was there for that. it eliminates the stalker option. i've since scattered shiny pennies across my house hoping it will prevent the fucker from taking any more of my shit.
we've been moving our cell space around for the past few days in preparation for the arrival of the hag-beast. you can imagine the excitement.
mike: "lana's ex-husband has been getting himself into trouble?"
lisa b: "you mean rex?"
mike: "yeah. he's been arrested a couple of times in past month. i'm sure glad lana's not married to him any more. what a weirdo."
lisa b: "well, mike, no offense, but lana's pretty weird too."
mike: "yeah, but lisa, lana smokes crack. rex doesn't have an excuse. at least lana has drugs to blame it on."
lisa b: "you've got a point mike. i didn't really think of that."
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