updates to chez pinguino...

* i guess you could say that i won the war, and you'd be right.

they are finally settling the eviction case in my favor, which means that i get to stay for the forseeable future and beyond. now, i can ask to get a bigger place. now, i can ask to get my pussy cat as a service animal. now, i get to improve my quarters while also looking out for a potential partner. things are going to be wonderful this summer, once the entire state opens up. i'm also slated to receive my california stimulus check around that time, too. cant wait for that extra $600 so i can get some good weed and an extra cartridge.

turned out that the battery i had purchased wasnt working, because i used the vape battery that my buddy JD let me borrow and it worked with my cartridge, which had been stuck at 50% for about a week. needless to say, i'm almost done with that cartridge now. the other benefit is in knowing that it will work well with future cartridges.

* those fuckers tried to double charge me in rent for 2 months last year, and i caught them. they acknowledged their mistake and now i have an extra $808 to my name that i get to use for fun and relaxation. i will be saving a portion of my money, too, for the future fun i wish to have in el salvador. i was smart enough to keep the bad check he wrote me last year, and i emailed said copy to the attorney when she asked me to review the settlement documents. i told her about the bad check and she requested to see it. she forwarded the email i sent her to the opposing counsel and they agreed to reduce the amount owed, which is where the celebration comes in, ha haha.

* my cousin is arriving to clean my room, which means i'll be helping him. i'll write more later for the few interested souls that follow my blog....

"goddamn it, bobby! quit fucking around online"...

|\...you know, the best part about finally having another smart TV is that i can outsource all of the various individual tasks that i enjoy doing separately to the 3 primary devices in my possession and, based on the configuration, i get a whole different sense of accomplishment from each one. it's quite fancy to say that i enjoy having a "sleep party" when i put my head down. it's quite nice, too, because i know that i get to enjoy it alone, without requiring anything else. it's weird to be so proud of such an accomplishment, but the truth is there isnt much to be proud of at the moment. aside from my hair, that is. it's a prize piece worth letting down at all turns, but i dont enjoy the attention i garner all of the time, hence why i prefer to hide it's length.

lest i remind y'all that i suffer from irrational paranoia, mmkay?...

* right now the music is pumping out of the hisense 65" smartTV speakers and i must admit it sounds impressive. not because it's loud, but because the optional settings improve upon the basic sound to provide actual depth and a hint of bass, something that smartTV's are NOT known for. my point is, i'm happy with the configuration, because occasionally a video will play on those wide 65" and then the booty's seem even more massive than they probably are in person. my favorite function is the built in chromecast, so i can stream porn to my screen with the benefit of quality sound control, you know, to help enjoy the moaning. anyway, porn isnt a crime and i wish people would act like adults when discussing sex and all of its glory.

* and yet, for all my bellyaching, there isnt a thing wrong with me. not like last year when, in early march, i fucked up my right foot because i didnt wipe the gravel clean out of inbetween my toes and got an infection. it was pretty stupid, and fucked up, but i still managed to "enjoy" my self while i was hobbling  about. to make matters worse, i was stinking it up to high heaven as a disgusting and vile "stay at home pig", oink-oink. i had the puddle in my room, which was an overwhelming mess. i forgot how long it took for me to finally take care of just the puddle, let alone all of the grunt work that has happened since those awful days. needless to say, i'm pretty sure i've gotten rid of a tonne of trash and disgusting things from my apartment in the past year, and i'm much better for the wear, if ya understand what i mean.

nobody is perfect, let me assure you of this. not even me; hell, especially not me. i find it baffling that these fucking dating apps cant seem to get it right. just be upfront about your fears and insecurities and we'll all get along well, right? maybe, maybe not? maybe someone plays the "long con" and sets you up for a period's time worth of misery? maybe you shoot someone because they didnt share their onion rings? who the fuck knows. my point is: dont sweat the little details that keep you up at night. like, drink some melatonin and fuck that shit, yadadamean? even zzzzquil is acceptable...

* this covid19 nonsense is running amok, but finally the vaccines are here. i hope to be able to sign up for a vaccination as soon as possible, just to improve my prospects of being able to travel to my beloved El Salvador. it's looking like the state and the federal government will collaborate to give us 2 more checks, one apiece. my uncle Frank was telling me the details, considering that he stays informed by watching youtube videos. he's living the life, too, only he actually gets laid regularly, whereas yours truly has no sexy videos of which to speak, ha haha. someday soon, i keep telling myself, but why does it feel like i'm lying? *shakes head*...

dont fight the feeling...

   |\... am i right? sometimes, you've just got to roll with the punches and sit in a puddle of your own urine, until help arrives. or something to that effect. the point is, there isnt much that i can do to aid my search for pussy, nor am i winning any favors by not keeping up with my laundry habits. which reminds me, i need to wash these sheets, specifically the blankets with those new scented things i purchased and hopefully this crazy quack can diagnose why i keep waking up 7 times a night to urinate, ha haha. oh man, isnt it fun getting old while being on chronic medication? i'm telling you, the fun never stops, and i live alone, ha haha.

* thanks to the shelter in place order, and to the subsequent "exodus" out of san francisco, there havent been many chances to meet women lately. not that i'm not trying, but i'm tired of hoping and waiting and am anxiously awaiting my next call to action. needless to say, i'm forced to keep waiting for at least another 6 months, for better or for worse. begging the question: where the bitches at? no, seriously, i'll wait for the reports of where the majority of single women live in this city, because i cant seem to find them. or maybe, i just stink too good, as in my weed is too strong, and these anti cannabis mistresses have taken over my beloved City. either way, i'm fucked, but not in the way that i desire.

what's a man got to do to get noticed, anyway? now, it seems like i'm persona non grata, which wouldnt be so bad if i had someone in my corner with whom to enjoy being "the bad guy". nobody deserves to sleep and eat alone for as many consecutive nights as i have, especially not after the thousands of dollars i spent on getting legally extorted by my salvadorian ex, ha haha. only dumbasses sign up for long distance monogamous relationships, i dont care who gets upset by this.

* at least i'm not sleeping and living with an actual puddle in the middle of my apartment anymore. that's part of the byproduct of being a mental health patient with manic episodes. you tend to endure a little more thanks in part to what you overcome daily, or nightly, just to get a moment's rest. now that i'm fully back on my meds, it seems that my behavior has normalized enough that i can pretend to be "normal" long enough to warrant the attention i get. then, my mouth opens and i'm never sure what the fuck i'll say. normally, that's an endearing trait, but with a penchant for humiliating my self for no other reason than i'm perfectly allowed to, i'd say tread cautiously around me, and those are on my good days, ha haha. no, just be nice and i'll adjust accordingly once my energy drink kicks in.

 anyway, so the 1st ex got a hold of me regarding some items she found from our time spent in high school. i figure they're worth the nostalgia factor alone, disregarding their current location. it's the origins i'm interested in, and 20 years worth of nostalgia has got to be worth the enduring B that i never quite felt comfortable with, a la Holden Caulfield hating the establishment for being phony.

my point is simple: all nostalgia is good nostalgia if you're totally removed emotionally from the situation. it just pisses me off that those fuckers took my sweater that my boy, Brian, gave me. Brian always had good weed to share with me, and when he passed away, i was gifted his 2014 emerald cup black hoodie. and those fuckers took it. i'll tell you, drinking that chlorine water was worth it if i can finally get that sweater back, but i'm fairly confident that i'll never be able to track it down now, especially not with how comfortable it was.

*it must be mentioned that i recently purchased this giant black speaker with cool lights on it that sounds great at night when i'm playing my sleep mixes. i'm telling you: it's a shame to live this well, ha haha. well, maybe not in the literal sense at the moment, but definitely for the potential of what could be, i definitely am better off with a more organized 2nd half, yadadamean? but, that's a problem to puzzle for another day. i'm getting hungry again, and i want a snack. good thing it's only an exchange i have to wake up for at 6:30am, ha haha, otherwise, i'd be in trouble.

needless to say, a bowl, or two, of cereal might be in order, just to keep the hunger demons at bay, because that cheesesteak wasnt big enough to satisfy my immense hunger. i should have gotten the tator tots from carl's jr...fuck!!! ha haha...