Sweet 16 Sleep Cycle

Thursday, May. 25, 2006 - 1:18 a.m.

One of the things that makes me glad I didn't have children is a reality show called My Super Sweet Sixteen on MTV.

What a bunch of vapid, inconsequential and downright rude kids.

Just ONCE, wouldn't it be NICE to have one kid say "No, we're all wearing plain white t shirts and blue jeans from home, and we're eating a piece of cake and a piece of fried chicken off of paper plates, and listening to mix CDs and my parents are donating a substantial chunk of money in my name to UNICEF" or whatever.

I will NEVER live to see that.

But oh. I wish.

I wish.

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Our mothafuggin landlord showed up yesterday afternoon here while I was in my underwear and knocked, and then because the door was cracked, LET HIMSELF IN. I was in the living room, chatting with Onewetleg on Yahoo Messenger, and SCREAMED and grabbed a bathrobe.

He was dropping off a repair notice telling us on late Wednesday afternoon that the roof repair people were gonna be here starting Thursday morning.

Here's what the note said,with all spellings preserved as I received them:

Dear Tenant,

The roof company will start the re-roofing work tomorow Thursday morning 8:00 am.

The big truck will block the garage enterance. Sorry for the inconvenious!

In city and county, a twenty-four hour notice is required before repairs are done, unless it's an emergency.

Guhhh.

I would have turned around my sleep cycle and made an adjustment if I had had enough g.d. lead time!

And I'm seriously considering getting a chain lock. This is unacceptable.

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On a completely unrelated note, pun intended, my favorite segment of last night's American Idol finale was the appearance of Prince.

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Anyway, there ya go. Have a Thursday.

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