today's meaningless drivel

Last night, at 9pm I walked out of my apartment and locked the front and back door for the last time. I am finally out of my old place 100%. I have cleaned and spackled and cleaned some more, taking most of the weekend, inbetween going to the San Franciso Tattoo expo, and watching Laura get an awesome tattoo.
My goal was to be completely out last weekend, but you know how that goes. I had such high hopes, and then after I moved, I wanted to never see my old place again, and I kept finding dirt in places that I hadnt seen in over 3 years. Amongst the findings were:
- a nub of a cheeto, which, I dont even eat cheeto's , so that came from a guest at some point
- 3 dried rose petals, which i cant remember ever having roses, so that must have been really old or someone elses
- a wrapper from a certain brand of "protection", which again, is not my brand
- and my favorite, a very dried kitty hairball that was from one of my cats, who knows how old that was, or how it made it's way to the location behind a bookcase, that was only 1.5 inches away from the wall.

I started seeing a trend here, and got the feeling that much more was going on, when I aquired a roommate and was spending more nights at Laura's house. It was a little creepy.

Oh, which reminds me a a sick story I would like to share. I forgot all about it until right now.
ok, so we are at the tattoo expo, and Laura is about 35-40 minutes into her tattoo. I kept walking around, because there wasnt much room in the booth for friends. Only room for the 3 artist's and the 3 people getting tattooed.
I digress..........There was a stage nearby that had some freakshow's, (literally) and every once in a while they would give away free stuff. So I decided to venture over and hold my hand up to try and grab on of the free t-shirts that they were throwing into the crowd.
up towards the front of the stage was this kid. and I DO MEAN KID! he was 12. the guy giving away the free stuff started asking the audience for a sick joke, deciding who would get the next t -shirt. So, I hear this young voice saying somethin about........... "what smells like dead fish"........
I was horrified! The guy on stage was a little stunned too, and repeats the question for clarification, and then asks the kid "how old are you?" He exclaims "12" with such pride in his voice. I think everyone was in shell shock that the guy on stage just laughed and gave the kid the shirt.
I was mortified that someone would allow their kid onstage to say something like that. I am all for freedom of speech, but lets please use some tactful judgment people!