Honey, I'm not home...

Yeah so that little love fest with my landlord, apparently whatever was good is now bad again. It looks like my landlord has taken off from his family and he really hasn't been around. I don't know if I was able to talk any sense into him, but I feel it may be too late. Him and his wife are not very committed to looking for a solution to their marriage problem. At least that's the way it appears.

As a side note, there once was this time when Frank (my landlord) was in my doorway of the apt. keeping me locked in one of those break-less conversations that you can never get out of. This time he was ranting about how the hispanic day laborers that live in our town are turning the place to crap. Except he didn't say crap. Anyways, one of his more forceful statements was a list he was trying to compile of the options they should investigate instead of hanging around all day waiting for someone to pick them up for work. It went like this: "Either get a life or ... or find a life". Wow, these day-laborers have so many options! "Bievenidos, my friend from south of the border, welcome to the land of freedom known as the US of A. Start your USAmerica experience off right by selecting from the many choices you have. So get a life or find a life. Enjoy your stay."

I suppose we really could dissect the syntax of his statement for there are differences. First of all the difference between 'finding' and 'getting' a life. We could go on for days talking about the philosophical framework for the two words and their ontological consequences. It would probably be stupid though, just like the original statement in the firstplace. Sometimes my landlord is just pure dumbarse. We could have a whole blog devoted just to some of the retarded things he says. But we could also have a blog for all the stupid things that I say. Wait a second, I think that's what this blog is ...