What the hell am I doing here having opinions about Tiger Woods?
Therapy this morning. Huge English Breakfast. Chatted with my Mother. Lunch with a friend.
I forgot to mention that yesterday on the way back from letting in the new and adorable renters I chatted with Nicola H all the way from the PCH to Robertson. We hadn’t spoken for years. Lost each other. She lives in France. Dione’s daughter. Trying to have a baby.
She found me via reading my blog. It was a perfect example of just how this blog works for me rather than against me. Occasionally full disclosure has its benefits.
Back to the renters..the ones that left Sunday morning at 10 had broken every single rule but I handed back their deposit. I could have so easily kept it. Smoking, under age, party..etc. I just smiled as they tried concealing their tracks. Nothing broken, no stains. Used their own sheets.
The new renters were charming. A middle-aged man and his wife and small dog. Very sweet. They leave on Thursday. I am going to fill the truck with stuff and take it over there.
Facebook etiquette. Jake’s great hobby (other hobby given his obsession with online hook ups) is Facebook where he regularly trawls through the lives of others, mocking his old school friends and their marriages and babies.
As if to prove my famewhore monika I now discover that pearshaped Jake made the right move by Facebook defriending people he met through me yet, I notice, not everyone..he kept hold of friends of mine on Facebook who he considered useful..including my talented chanteuse friend who, upon meeting him, wondered why I had chosen such a ‘dull man’ to make my lover. Mind you, it was one of those scintillating evenings when he just could not get off his iPod or texting on his phone.
I realize now that when he is so intensely involved with his phone/iPod/laptop he is busy with other fuckbuddies.
I begin my small claims action against him today.