I wish we could get some of that rain that the flash flood areas were getting...

Las Vegas was slammed. I saw Firefighters being rescued by being airlifted off their trucks. You know that must have pissed them off having to be rescued themselves.

Barstow was hit fast and furious by rain. But do we even get a drop?

My lawn needs water bad. The ants that are hanging out in my shower waiting for me to clean myself so they can drink, need rain bad.

I was hanging out shopping at Ikea and noticed how many hot looking ladies were shopping there as well. I was excited, but then some how the overkill of beauty passing by me put me into a slough of despond. It was also somewhat empowering that after a bit, I felt no desire to be involved with not a single one of them. Every beautiful woman that walked by, I could feel would only be trouble even knowing as a friend.

Any woman walking by, there was someone somewhere who had grown tired of that...

That empowered me somehow.

I needn't waste my time trying to get to know them. I could focus on myself. Take care of my needs. Buy my own crap.

Ikea is a store that sets up these displays to show you how great your space could look if you bought all their products. If you've seen "Fight Club" where Ed Norton walks through his apartment as it becomes the Ikea catalog, you know what I'm talking about.

These little displays are very seductive, but I know it wouldn't look right for very long in my place. I'd get tired of it very fast.

My place is very dirty and crappy. I'm a real pig. I have piles of trash everywhere. I'm easily overwhelmed by the thought of cleaning up the space. That's why I regularly just haul the stuff to the alley way and dump it all. Sometimes I can even get a charity to bring a truck and haul it all away.

There's nothing more refreshing than an empty apartment.

I remember when my friend Aaron bought his house and we were laying on the carpet real early in the morning while it rained outside. Rain was hitting the windows and shadows of rain pouring down was cast onto the walls and floor of his empty living room. We were in the dark as the electricity hadn't been turned on yet. It was so soothing. There was a slight echo on the walls as we talked.

Couldn't I live like that full time?

Do I really need furniture?

Couldn't I get by without bringing in anything that would clutter the space and clutter my mind?

Do I really need to purchase anything?

Do I really need this Imac? Can't I just write on a notebook, or use the computer at the Library?

Isn't there enough free entertainment out there that I have no need to purchase any?

I've started this routine where when I check the mail, I walk immediately to the trashcan and dump the piles of junk that I get. No need to carry it up to my apartment.

Last week, after several piles of insurance fliers that were being stuck under my cars wiper blades had been collected onto my floorboard, I carried all those fliers over to the insurance office and dropped them into their mail slot. If I had known the car the owner drove I would have dumped them onto his windshield.

That made me feel pretty good.