Blah blah blah blah blah

my landlord has requested i feed my cats outside
he thinks it smells bad

i feel all cross and feather-ruffled

i hate this
i hate having strangers poking about in my stuff
making me feel like a visitor in my own home

i have to change the way i think
it isn't my home
it is a rental

i think i need to sort through my stuff and get rid of all the homey things
i think i need to stick with just necessities
be more like my dad

he said when he was young he could fit all his belongings into two suitcases
i have five or six hundreds books alone
i used to have over a thousand but i had a clean out last year during my last attempt to be practical when the neighbour said the landlord had been considering selling up and i was thinking about moving back to sydney or brisbane

i was a horrible thing to think about
because it would necessitate a large proportion of my cats being put to sleep

en bah - i am a dramatic soul
one little request and i get all depressed

i bet he drops back unexpectedly on the weekend or next week
to see if i am doing what he requested or not

sigh

i wish i had a house in the country with no neighbours
like wot i grew up in
but without the snakes