I think Kasey is right. I have a curse against me. I just never seem to come in contact with normal single women. For instance the entire time I have been living in this apartment there hasn’t been one decent looking girl that has moved into my building. I constantly see them coming and going from the other buildings as I go by in the truck. Why not here? I have the strange asian next door that is never seen (at least she is quiet). The pothead and his fat wife across the hall and their bratty kid. An old hag on the third floor with her goddamn yappy dog that barks constantly. A ok looking blonde who I only see coming and going with big black guys, I gather I’m not her type (I’m skinny and pale). Also the misc. married couples scattered inbetween, and the meth head that wasn’t seen after pulling his penis out in front of some kids and the cops came and took him away. Couple weeks ago someone finally moves in upstairs from me after the apartment was vacant for 6 months or more. Ahh its an attractive female! It’s about freakin time. Alas I think it’s a definitely a no go. Every night between 12:30 and 1am she is getting the wood laid to her by someone. Quite energetic I might add too. Thumping and creaking and screaming, and every night this causes the dog to jump up and bark. After the first week it stopped being funny and now it’s just annoying. They need to spice it up a little and do it say… about 9:30 before I get home from work.  I hate apartments.

You know paying off bills sucks ass. I don’t like being broke. Broke until August… Sucks sucks sucks. On the plus side of that my credit score has gone from 660 to 686 in the last 2 months. I’m sure that score doesn’t take into account the amount I paid down just this week. They seem to update it to let me know what it currently is every couple months. Anything over 720 qualifies for the good rates at most places. We’ll see how it looks in August.

Other than that I really have nothing going on. Work and sleep. The dog is a crapping machine all of a sudden. He’s good for months and months and all of a sudden he craps in the apartment 9 times in a 36 hour period. I’m not making that number up. 9 freakin times. He doesn’t even attempt to tell me he has to go out like he usually does. Just gets up and drops a deuce. He even did it on my sandal. You don’t know how hard it is not to just punch him in the head like a man. Can’t get mad and show anger though, that has the opposite effect that I want. Then he just destroys everything. That steam cleaner is the best investment I ever made. Time for him to go in the kennel when I go to work tomorrow. The neighbors will love listening to him cry for 9 hours straight, but the kennel usually gets my point across.

I now have a solid date when I will become debt free for the first time since I was 18 and just moved out of my parents house.   July 14th, 2006.  I was thinking about playing it a little more conservatively and and shoot for mid August but the hell with it.  Dumped my emergency funds into checking and made a payment of $1392.12.  Add that to the payment of $505.65 that I made about 10 days ago and the $2000 last month I now have a grand total of $1358.39 (plus the 35 or 40 bucks that they will charge for interest on the next statement) of stupid ass debt remaining.  The sucky thing is that I will be flat broke until August now.  Oh well.  If I have an emergncy that I need emergency funds for I can just use the credit cards, that’s what they’re for anyway.  Where I got in trouble is when I had to use them for day to day living expenses when I was going through my divorce and everything was in the crapper.  Everything I had was completely maxed out.  In the years since then I really haven’t payed them down that much, didn’t really have the cash to do it if I wanted to.  Now that I have a good job I want to have nice things instead of pissing my money away.  I’m sick of everything I have being garbage.  I want to own a house of my own instead of having to have a roommate at almost 30 years old.  I have a lot of wants.  What I NEED to do is make them happen since I’ve pretty much resigned to the fact that I’m not going to win the lottery.  Your last name has to be Nguyen to win that.  Damn Vietnamese keep getting my lottery ticket.  You dont see me getting tickets to the Vietnam lottery do you?