Jere-Rigged

Crappy Diem

So I'm having a bad day.

It looks like my recent sublet is stiffing me out of the $175 that she owes me. This constitutes half of the agreed upon sublet fee for the period that she was here while I was in Tucson. She did not leave the money in the apartment when she left as requested, but she did leave a note asking me to call her to set up a time for her to drop off the remaining money. I called...several times...no response. Now, her cell phone number is "unavailable." And she has not responded to email either.

So, I'm not counting on getting this money.

By the way, her name (assuming she even gave me the correct one) is GINGER CARLUCCI. Did you get that? GINGER CARLUCCI. Take note. Should you come across a GINGER CARLUCCI in this town, smack her down and steal her purse for me. Here's what little I know about GINGER CARLUCCI: She is from LA and spent time recently living in Australia and has an Australian boyfriend. If someone could please kick GINGER CARLUCCI's ass for me, I'd be much obliged.

Thank You.

It's not that the $175 is going to bankrupt me, but my finances are pretty precarious as it is and I'm now left having to scramble to cover some expenses. Not what I was looking to do at this point. I hate GINGER CARLUCCI. Bitch.

I'm also still fighting a cold. Or, more specifically, a cough. I can't seem to kick this cough and I seem to have pulled a muscle in my chest with it. So now, whenever I have to cough (or blow my nose), I end up doubled over in pain with one hand covering my mouth and the other holding my chest together. I feel like a TB victim in a movie. But, since I seem to be doing my very best Garbo impression, maybe I'll find my very own Robert Taylor. And NOT die, by the way. Just in case you were thinking I didn't know how that story came out.

So...bottom line today: Fuck that whore GINGER CARLUCCI. And I may be dying from consumption. Stay tuned.

Posted by Jere at January 20, 2005 05:48 PM | TrackBack