That time of month again the checks just keep bouncing. Look guys, you know I’m sympathetic, but if you don’t pay your rent, I can’t pay the mortgage on the building. Now, while I’m sure we’d manage to survive if we all banded together in the streets all civil-like, that’s really not an option I want to explore ( Read more... )

I’ve always thought the upside of February was that it was short. Even on leap years, you’re spared at least twenty-four hours that normal months impress on you. Sure, that means money’s a bit tighter, usually the difference between what check the rent will come out of, but there’s also that gulp of fresh air, you know? The sense of eluding the ( Read more... )

Heh, seems like I picked a really bad time to cheat on my taxes. At least I’ve got a good supply of rice, should last me the month if I ration properly. And we’ve still got water, and even if we didn’t the promise of it isn’t too far off. Survival, right ( Read more... )

Celo’s been pretty quiet these days, which I admit, has worked in my favor. Lugging boxes around through crowds is a pain in the ass, and being kept up by the street noise after a long day of moving furniture is really not my idea of a good time ( Read more... )