Netflix

I don't know why, but the past few rentals from Netflix has had delays. It's been shipped from sources outside of California, which they do sometimes. It's no problem, but I don't know how it can happen that three of them are like that. This means that in a week and a half period, we will have gotten three movies. That's stupid. We may have to go to Crap-buster tonight. I hope I get my refund check from school. That rental car fucked me up financially.

Speaking of financially, I need to get more boxer-briefs. I can't wear just regular briefs because they suck. I love wearing boxers, but the waist line for me is 34 and medium sized boxers fit into that category. But the leg-holes on them are too tight and it cuts the circulation in my leg off. I don't know what the waist size are for the large ones, but I assume they're like 35+. Maybe I should check?

I was going around the apartment the other night singing "Sound of Music" songs either in a falsetto or tenor. I was getting a kick out of it. Then last night, I was running around the apartment singing Public Enemy songs. First I was actually rapping them, but then turned it into a musical. Jeanne thought it was funny. I wish I knew more words to "Can't Truss it." I started that in falsetto and it was funny as hell.

I'm finishing up "Regulators," by Richard Bachman and starting "the Trial" by Franz Kafka. Both of these books I've gotten from roommates and haven't given it back to them. I didn't purposely steal them like the way Stephan stole my "If I Should Fall From the Grace With God." That is totally unacceptable. "Regulators" along with "Desperation," "Wouldn't it be Nice," & "the Stand," were leant to me by Grant. I had them ready to give it back to him when I moved, but Jeanne packed it up. Andy's "the Trial," I forgot that I had that. And I have every intention of returning them. Not like Stephen totally denying that he ever had my Pogues album. But that was also the period that I couldn't find a lot of my Pogues albums and Headley kept coming over saying how he just got that album off of Ebay. He lucked out on "Rum, Sodomy..." and "Red Roses For Me." But I'm still missing my "If I Should Fall From the Grace With God."

I just got off the phone with a girl looking for a car from West Hollywood to Santa Monica. I quote her and she asks why it cost so much. I tell her it's at a two hour minimum. She tells me that airport runs from West Hollywood are $60, why is this $170. I tell her that the airport runs are $70, and this isn't going to the airport; it's going in the other direction nowhere in the direction of the airport. She starts arguing more and I tell her, "That's what it's going to cost for what you want. If you don't want it, don't get it." I don't understand these people. They call for a rate and you give it to them. If you don't like it, don't use it. We're not the all-mighty, universal rate quoting company.

Next call was equally as stupid. "Hi. How much are your cars?"

"Which ones?"

"For three people."

"Either $45-$50."

"What's the earliest you can get a car out here."

Pause. "That depends where you are getting picked up from."

It seems to me that people in LA think of LA as a small neighborhood or something. It's like they don't realize how huge of a city Los Angeles really is. I told Jeff about calls I get for people requesting rates, and I'll ask, "What city is this picking up in?"

"Los Angeles."

"What part?!"

We started joking about this. In essence it's like, "I need a ride."

"Where do you want to be picked up from?"

"Earth."