Sarah's every boring thought continued!
6/19/2003 continued...  Anyway, I was having my college friends over for Thanksgiving and I needed a table.  Finally, I broke down and bought one at the local thift store for $96.00.  It took me 15 years to decide to spend $96.00 on a table?  That is pretty sad...  Ah, what could have been if I had a table all those years...

I have my very own Internet (well, a person I met off the Internet) stalker!  Well, really a sort of a "stalker light."  He doesn't seem particularly scary, but he doesn't really seem to get the message that I am not really interested in continuing contact with him.  You ask...did you tell him this?  Well, Sarah is not a very direct person.  She prefers to let people draw their own conclusions when Sarah does not return calls or emails.  Or course, this just encourages some people to come over to one's apartment.  The stalking has picked up lately.  He seems to have a lot of legal questions since HE WAS ARRESTED FOR HARASSING HIS EX-WIFE!  He caught me on the phone the other day (that is to say, I answered the phone at work) and he told me that it was really scary because the arresting officers acted like he was suspected of killing 5 people or so.  It sounded pretty cool.  If I was not trying to get rid of him, I would have asked him some questions about the whole ordeal.  I am particularly interested in what he said (it was over the phone) to get arrested by multiple police officers!!!  Maybe it was just a slow day at the police station...

6/20/2003 - STALKER update...  Ah, it is all clear...  If I am not interested in someone, it must be because I am unhappy, or eek, mentally ill.  He send me two links to Internet articles (without further comment) today -  "Emotional Wellness:  Make Room for Happiness" and "80 Percent Inadequately Treated for Depression."  I guess it is the happy people who threaten their ex-wives!  In any event, I am glad to have an explanation for all my unrequited loves over the years.  It was true when they said it wasn't me, it was them!

Last night, I got a letter.  A very dreaded letter from apartment complex (which really describes any letter from my apartment complex...)  I always fear "it has come to our attention that your apartment is stuffed with cats."  I started lying about the number of my cats before I even had a whole horde of them.  When I first moved into my apartment a couple of years ago I had just two cats.  However, fewer cats being better when it comes to landlords, I said that I just had one.  When I was signing the lease, the person asked the name of my cat so she could put it in the lease.  I managed to answer this question though my natural inclination was to ask, "which one?"  Or, "why would you possibly care?"  I stumbled over the question "what does the cat look like?"  I didn't know which one to describe, so I got confused and said slowly "she is fluffy."  Then I elaborated.  "She is a fluffy cat with lots of fur.  Very fluffly.  Her hair just won't stay on her body, too."

"What color?" said the lease woman.

"Black," I said.  Then I realized that this might cause trouble if someone spotted Phantom (my non-black cat) in my apartment...  "ish...  Blackish brown.  Kind of spotty, but really it depends on the light." 

Since I now have 5 cats and sometimes have up to 12 or 13 (in my one bedroom apartment) when I have foster kittens I am expecting an eviction notice every day.  But the letter was an invitation to renew the lease.  Thankfully, because where would I go?  No one is going to lease an apartment to someone with 5 cats.  Note to self:  Don't get anymore cats.  Note to dear readers:  Don't get 5 cats unless you are a property owner.  Whenever I ponder a sad reality in my life, I like to think of people in similar, yet somehow less fortunate, situations.  In this case I thought of people trapped year after year in a crime ridden and economically depressed inner city.  Every year as their public housing is renewed or they sign the lease with the slumlord they think "this is the last year..."  Yet one fine day they open the mailbox.

My sister is taken with my blog idea.  She might start a blog herself though she admits that she will probably be too lazy to keep it up long.  We can have blog wars!  Because, the natural evolution of a blog is that you run out of stuff to say and then you start commenting on the stuff that other people write.  Like tonight I wanted to go off on Thomas Sowell.  He writes the same article over and over again!!  When Summer's blog hits cyberspace, she will no doubt attack the fine opinions expressed herein...   For more blog...