It's a crazy haircut week all right. I wonder if it has something to do with the onset of spring.

I will NOT have a cigarette. I will NOT. Tomorrow I am SEVEN DAYS free of it and I will NOT have a cigarette despite the blinding, rageful anger that surges within me right now.

zen zen zen zen zen zen

Salad shooter, Aims! Salad shooter!

Dude. If I had a salad shooter still, it would get inserted in the rectum of the party that has angered me so very much. I would put the grater attachment on, shove it up there, and plug the mother fucker in.

(I am not angry with Joe. Joe has never ever raised my ire this badly.)

But it's better than a ciggy!

Oh man, Aims. That sounds bad.

Oy, Aims. Seven days without a cigarette is great! Will "one day at a time" type thinking help?

ION, why does the package of spaghetti I bought say "Whole Wheat Spaghetti Product" rather than just "Whole Wheat Spaghetti"? The only ingredient is whole wheat flour.

But does it make 13 servings?

I was trying to save you all from Aimee Bitching Bi-Daily, Issue 666, but my sister is not answering her phone.

Remember back around the holidays when it came up that my uncle might be getting foreclosed on on his own house? And that he hasn't paid any property taxes on my house in over a year? Well, he finally 'fessed up today. About the foreclosure part anyway. He came over as I was trying to get Em and her BFF out the door to go to the indoor playscape and played the victim. "My fortune has changed for the worse, I'm afraid." STG, those were his exact words. And goes on to how his wife, who lives in Maryland, is tired of throwing good money after bad on him and he has not been able to keep up with his mortgage for awhile now and he is unsure as to when he is going to be booted and he is not going to be able to continue renting to us on a long term basis but he has no plans and has tried nothing to stop the foreclosure and fucking blah blah blah. Shit I already knew. He quit his job in a fucking huff almost 6 years ago and never bothered to find another one because he felt he needed to pursue his (fucking horrible) painting and art. His wife took her name off the house right around that time, probably knowing what would happen.

THEN. FUCKING THEN HE SAYS, "And certain people told me I should have never rented to you guys in the first place. They all said I should have just let go of the other house and lived here."

Ok. First of all, HE approached US. We worked out a deal in which HE got all of the benefits. He got $900/month for rent on a house that has not had a mortgage since 1967 and the proerty taxes for the YEAR are less than $2500. He got to demand that all of the rent be paid IN CASH so that he didn't have to declare the income or go through the hassle of getting the place renal ceritifed with the Township. He got to keep the garage. He got to keep an apartment in the garage so he could continue getting the 100% primary residence tax break. He got the privlege of keeping his own hours when coming over here. He got to say exactly what could go where in the gardens and give me shit about not doing enough gardening, but then REFUSED to help up clear any of the snow in the wintertime, save the public sidewalk. He got to not pay to fix a goddamn thing in this house once it was determined by an appraisal that he wasn't going to get more than $70k for the house if it was in pristine condition, and wouldn't get more than $50k in the condition it is in now. He's been living off the money we have worked and scrimped and fucked our credit report for because it was important to me to keep the familial relationship as congenial and unstrained as possible. And now he shows up with some fucking story about how he didn't want to tell us earlier because he didn't want us to worry over the fucking holidays?? You raging cocksucker. We could have saved our student loan refunds from winter semester and fucking moved already!

But then to say some shit like fucking people told him not to rent to us? When I know full well it was my jackfuck Uncle Matt. And I know what Uncle Matt said two years ago. Uncle Matt probably said, "Dude. Why don't you just give up the house on Levona since you can't make the payments on it without a fulltime job? Move into the Lester house and find a job that you can tolerate so that it pays for the taxes and insurance and utilities." That is very different and actually something I totally get. If I had the opportunity to do that, it's exactly what I would freaking do!! Big mortgage to no mortgage? Fuck you, niece! Go find an apartment.

Second of all, he lied to my face. I asked him if everything was ok with my house and he basically said yeah when I know FOR A FACT that he is about 12 months away from losing this house to unpaid property taxes.

I've been looking for a new place anyway for the past few months. And really? We need to downsize and start really changing our lifestyle so that we can make progress on getting to the point where we want to be in 5 years. So whatever. Fine. But (continued...)

( continues...) don't come over here and treat me like I'm some deadbeat tenant who hasn't paid your fucking ass ON GODDAMN TIME every month for the past two years. You giant assreaming buttmunch.