Mr. J came at me with a new job opportunity. His girlfriend is a realtor...and they need new business cards. So he's taking head shots and they want new designs. After a graphic artist screwed him (wanting too much money) he of course thought of me. (i do work for cheap)

for some reason, business cards I can get into. I've whipped up about 6 different ones. so we'll see how far this goes. no money yet, but maybe. new girlfriend is a bit jealous mr. j thought of me. sigh. she doesn't want me to design a business card for her. oh well. her loss, as i'm really pretty freaking good at it (so i just discovered) it's been a long time since i've had this much fun with graphic design and layout. i've always done web stuff, but to do actual print graphic design is quite fun. i've done some kick ass cards i'm pretty proud of.

on a different note, oh my god, little lazy laurie got off her ass and cleaned her house top to bottom. it looks rad. over the next month or so, i will be adding little touches here and there. one is a trilogy of black and white photos along with one of my pastel artwork. going above my bed. that wall will eventually be red.

my damn dog ate three of my plants on my balcony. two were the same kind, some sort of plant that was red. she seemed to like it as she ate it out of two different pots. it didn't seem to kill her. but my balcony is a mess as she flung dirt all over. shame, i really wanted her to be able to go out there and hang watching cars and people go by. i have since lifted some soda crates from the back of the hadji store so i can put my planters up high enough so she can't get to them. i have plans on starting an herb garden and that's the last thing i need is her eating the herbs.

and in yet another note, my friend Scotty couldn't take it down here anymore. he left yesterday (or day before?) for Indiana, his home state. he's hoping to meet a nice lady to settle down with and spend his remaining golden years with. he brought me the key to his apartment the day of his departure and asked me to mop his floors (he has all tile, where as i don't) he also said he left his tv for me. i told him i couldn't get the tv until z got off work at 6. i went down in the afternoon to see just how much he'd left me to do and his floors were indeed a mess, but he left me a broom and mop.

when z got home we went down to get the tv. guess what? tv, lawn chair, broom, mop, christmas box, hangers and even the roll of tp on the back of the commode were GONE. come to find out, his backdoor didn't lock. now, there are only three people who knew he moved out. me, and the neighbors on either side of him.

i took what i wanted of what was left and i still didn't bar the back door. around 10 i took asche for a walk and noticed the blinds were open. i hadn't left them that way.

someone came back to see what i had taken.

i finally put the bar in the door and took his baseball bat which he had bought specifically for protection.

i know exactly who took it, but i can't prove it. let's just say the one neighbor who never talks to me, talked to me the next day after it happened, commenting on how big asche is getting.

i'm quite livid to say the least, but i have no proof.