meccahi | When I scream

Don't wake me up.

This past week has made amazing swings from highly amusing to vastly disturbing and has now firmly settled into the middle of "I don't give a fuck".

That's me.. always one for a catch phrase.

I can't believe I'm about to ellucidate on how my work went this week.. but I can't resist it.

Here's a little tip for all of you.. When you have a barbque..don't do it INSIDE your apartment. Better yet... don't do it inside when your apartment is on a second floor. And even better yet.. don't deny it to the Fire Marshall when he's standing outside your door and smoke is pouring out of your living room.

I would also be thrilled if people would not call in to ask our patrol officers to see if there is a dead man lying in front of a gated community. Thanks. Sure. I'll send him right over.

And that was only the beginning of that night.

Tonight I have to deal with the fact that I must be living near the most incompetent wanna-be burglars in the state. Let's hope they stay as incompetent as they seem. I came home to find shattered glass on my front porch. Not a little. Like... a whole sheet of it. The odd thing is... it isn't from any of my windows. The cop couldn't explain it. He also didn't exactly go out of his way to serve and protect.. but I think I may just be saying that because the Mesa PD has proved so incompetent in the past. Like when Granny and I had a stalker for a year and half who turned out to be the same guy that was raping 80 year old women down our street. Cops never did anything about the fact that the guy was constantly peeking in our windows... hiding under the pomegranite trees ( they hang like little green caves.. it's enchanting actually).. or when I asked them to maybe keep an eye out for this area on occasion. They always blew it off.. even after he WALKED INTO OUR HOUSE one evening.. but saw my roommate at the time in the other room and the took off out of the house. Ugh.. I'm now ranting. Point is.. there has been ALOT of shit that has gone down in and near this house. The cops have already told me straight to my face that I live in the worse part of Mesa. They've already raided my house for no reason. I'm still bitter about that one.
I have also apparently thrown elegance out the window for the moment in favor of stark brutal truth.

I don't care.

I'm so tired these days. I just want to sit.. and play music.. and maybe paint. Hang out with friends and laugh more often. But I am really kind of digging this whole " I can pay bills" thing.

In exchange for further babbling...I am now going to graze on some sugar snap peas.. and wait for work to give me a ring.

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