RIP MOTORCYCLE

My mother so kindly made me realize this weekend that a motorcycle, though admirable in it's ability and style, might not be the best purchase for me at this moment in time. :( She eloquently mentioned the $65,000 student loan waiting for me to pay off, as well as the accumulative $9,000 in 3 major credit cards, and the rest of the $6,000 payments for the vehicle already in my posession.

So I guess my motorcycle will have to wait for a couple of years.

We're getting a new roommate in the Filmmaker House this week in the form of Mishka the Actor. He's been in a lot of our films in the last few years, and needed a temporary place to stay while he was moving to California. Sweet! Less bills! Also... the very BEAUTIFUL Ford D'Aprix (you can look him up on www.imdb.com) will also be staying in our guesthouse for this week for roughly the same reason. That means more money coming in.
OUR HOUSE IS A BANK!!!

We should start a boarding house full-time. We could probably make a lot from new-comer actors.

Misc. News:
-I bought more windshield washer liquid because the light was on in my dashboard. I started filling the tank up when I heard a little pitter-pat underneath my car. Long story short- the reason why the WWL container is empty is because it has a BIG-A**-GASH underneath that makes all of the liquid leak. :(
-Monthly bills for the household only came up to $59! Sweet!
-I suck at keeping up with correspondance. Please don't be angry if I don't call, because apparently I don't call anyone.
-The fact that you have no money hits you hardest when you want to send your mother those beautiful custom flowers you saw on the internet.
-The natural urge to do what you love (i.e. write) somehow physically diminishes BUT mentally grows when you have a full-time job.

-I wrote a poem for my cat, newly christiened Cleopatra (we didn't like Madonna):

Lonely

My poor kitty, alone in the cold
If you would just use your litter,
I would not have to scold

Now you are locked away for the day
Inside Peter's bathroom
Longing to play

All you need to do is poop in your box
And then the sun would shine again
On your pretty black locks.