I hate the rich. Really this time.

I know that Warren Buffet is giving 85 billion dollars to Bill Gates, and that's great. On the other hand, I went out to California to put up with the ridiculous drama of the Movie Star Mansion Swap and those motherfuckers have still not paid me. Where is my money? "In the mail." And where is my foot? In one of your 3 black gas guzzling SUVs. Because my foot is in your ass. And your asses are in your stupid cars.

The adventure itself blew, and nothing has really looked up since then, but this is the final indignity. She has easily spent $600 on supplies for cleaning her new mansion, or filling up the car tanks, but cannot pay the person they claim to have hired because they know of my precarious financial state. Honestly I am boiling with anger. My eyes are baking in my head.

Had I come home to an empty mailbox on, say, a day when I had been made sweet love to, or had looked really awesome, or read a good book and/or had a great session with a kid, maybe I wouldn't be fantasizing about exploding breast implants or stock market collapses. But today a particularly scary and sad client robbed me, and I severed all contact with my mother, and I wore cute shoes that got all stinky. The raw fact of these people's self centered idiocy was just right there. Do I have to fucking cry every fucking month about my bills? I put up with that indignity for the cash. No cash. No regard. No thoughts for others.

I should be more understanding--after all, they are moving, which is like brain surgery if you are stupid with nothing else to do all day. Sure, they are obscenely wealthy and manage to hire anyone that walks within two feet of them, but that is their generous, giving nature.

Grrr. I just ate my computer. I just torched their Escalade (with the heated steering wheel!) and drove it through their garage stuffed with what cannot fit in a mansion. It felt good.