Bats and Broads

I'm tired of waiting around for my soulmate to get a clue, so I'm moving on. Sort of... I emailed a girl that I used to work with, she recently left the show to go back to a show she worked on last season. Normally, I don't go after people I work with. You know, don't shit where you eat - sort of thing. I also have a rule where I don't date the help, that's due to dating a girl who worked at the local Trader Joes. I couldn't go back for 9 months, when I knew that she'd quit.

Anyhoo, I emailed and so far I have little to report. These days I'm too beat to go out and do anything. It'd be much easier if she just came to my apartment and we could chat while I organize my closets. Alas, I don't see her doing that.

Currently, bidding on my first ebay item. There are less than 20 minutes left. This is stressful! I'm trying to win a Demarini Black White Steel softball bat. Thirty-four inches long, 26 ounces. It's the best non-legal bat you can buy for the league I play in, which has extremely strict rules regarding bats. Basically, if a bat costs more than $50 then it's illegal. And as you might imagine, the more expensive sporting equipment is, the better quality and better quality your play will hopefully be as well...continued at 7:01pm. I lost the bat. Boo! Of course, people come into the office and tell me that there's a serious strategy to winning an ebay auction, which I didn't know, cause this is my first item. Some dude came in with 2 seconds left and stole the bat out from under me! grrr... this ebay stuff is stressful. Now I'm trying to purchase a 2009 DeMarini White Steel bat from a sporting goods store in Michigan.

In other news, I'm still having a wonderful time organizing and cleaning my apartment. I really want to get a sideboard for my dining room/office and another bookcase for my living room, but right now both items are a bit out of my price range. Unless, I get this gig doing some freelance music supervision. Or I got ordained online to perform marriage ceremonies, which pays, although, I may be too busy to marry people on the weekends.

Ames is back in the country, from a two month trip to the Eastern Block. I caught her up on all the crazy roommate's happenings. Ames asked some deeper probing questions about my recent crazy roommate and turns out I am probably wrong about her not being on drugs.

"How was her hair?" Ames asked.

"It was straw-like, thin on top and thick on the sides. Generally, it looked dead on her head, very unhealthy," I replied.

"Jessi, that's classic for meth use,"Ames said.

"Really?!!!" I said.

"How was her skin?" asked Ames.

"Actually, she had really bad skin. In fact, when she first moved in she had this large open sore on her face, which she told me was a pimple, but it didn't go away for three weeks," I said.

"JESSI! Bad skin is an even more classic symptom for meth," Ames said.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"You said she was pretty paranoid?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my gosh, Jessi!"

"What? It's not like I spend my days with meth addicts to know all the symptoms."

Well, at least she's out of my life, but not before I had to change my locks, my home phone number, put a fraud alert on my credit and have my mail held at the post office. And my mom wonders why I don't want another roommate.