Ain't Nothing Going On But The Rent...

Gwen Guthrie is credited with the creation of that line. I like Wu-Tang's paraphrase a bit better, "Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM, Get the Money, dolla dolla bill yall"

Why rent? I mean, honestly. When we finally move out of our apartment downtown, the rent office is going to give us an invoice. That invoice is going to be kind enough to inform us that we've dumped over $35,000 into that place, in exchange for a decent place to lay our heads. I mean, come on, thats like three hundred and fifty prostitutes. Perhaps the prostitutes line wasn't all that appropriate... $35,000... Thats, a mid-level BMW... Which is a damned fine step up from the Buick, even if it was only mine 56 hours out of the week (7 days X 24 hours / 3 people ... If you were wondering about the math on that one).

It's really quite rediculous in retrospect. Actually, not even just in retrospect, I feel like the biggest schmuck in the world every time I deliver a rent check.

I just used the term hatefully hot to describe my office. The AC went out yesterday, not so much went out, it was happy to circulate air and all, that air just happened to be room temperature. If you're reading this, and you're a skilled laborer in the HVAC field, H.E.L.P... I just spelled it out in paperclips across my desk, just on the off chance that a helicopter happened to fly by with an emergency HVAC repair unit on board. A man can dream, can't he?

I think i'm going to leave... I think I'm going to leave and play Golden Tee at the Hunt Club, because it's undoubtably empty at this hour, and the air conditioning will be all mine... Muhahahahha...

Yeah, a man can dream... Alright, i'm going to curl up and take a nap under my desk.

-Rys4k