Sometimes when you have livejournal/blog like this, you kinda want to say so much, but realise it's far too much to fit in one post; mainly cause you've just spent an hour writing an email about the same crap and don't want to have to type it all out again.

Sometimes, cause someone's already said it all before, much more eloquently (wow, that sentence is the definition of irony).

But for those who are following this micro-drama, today I hung out with a guy, Martin, who claims to be the 'registered' tenant; ie, the guy whose name it is on the forms. He did appear to be aware of what kind of person dead guy was, but seemed casually relaxed and together for a guy who legally should probably be in a lot of trouble. Kosh, AKA Mr Meowgi, even turned up for a pat-fest.

So blah... Randoms won't know what the hell I'm on about, and I'll just direct myself to the particular email if I want the whole story in the future :)

Tariqa should be home any second now with an awesome new haircut... done by student hairdressers. Cause we're that poor. So poor I biked all the way to Greenlane to deliver the angry letter to the property managers this morning... and almost got run over and beaten up doing it.

Some guy in a nice car kept creeping over towards where I was on my bike, on K Rd, and seemed indifferent to my presence... I lightly rapped his closed window with my knuckles to let him know I was there, and shouted in futile frustration, 'fucking watch out!'. He got the message, and stopped closing in, I biked to the front of the queue at the lights, two cars ahead of where he was. Green, I went, the cars came too, eventually he got in front of me and pulled over to cut me off, winding his window down. A brief conversation ensued, basically consisting of, from my end, 'you almost fucking ran me over!?' and from his end, 'i'm gonna fuck you up,' and exaggerations about his precious automobile. When he got out of his car, I thought, well, uh-oh... and began biking away. He moved as if to chase, then jumped back into his car and started it up quickly. I managed to sneak around the bend on K Rd and down Heather's side street before his (obviously piece of shit) car got going, and managed to hide in a car park for a minute or so before my heartbeat settled... and I set off again, on my epic journey into Greenlane, and past the boarding school I once almost enrolled in (Dilworth).

I was going to make a massive post about this.. but tea is on, and minimal and cheap as it may be, it smells nice. I want to eat it.