Here you have it folks, Jermayne in ACTION, i stole movie footage of them last night when we were hanging out in my room (uninvited). its a long video, 45 minutes long, but it is entertaining. You can laugh at it, but just so you know, almost everynight i have spent in new york has been like this. Im happy i can finally share the rediculous nature of jermayne.

Jermayne in action
Video sent by lemermeyer

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I forgot to post something for today, cause yesterdays post was quite alarming. please, know that i am ok now. i am better than ok! I am in such a state of bliss that i cant even describe. I just had a phone call with a friend of mine, and he was having some tough times, and my advice for him, given my situation was to have faith that blue skys are coming. Cause i know when you truck through shit, that it is next to near impossible to see a possitive outcome. If you have been reading my blog you will see my trucking through my shit, in my most previous blog to this. I am going to say this, and i firmly believe in it, but if someone ever tells you that blue skys are coming, THEY WILL COME. Its fucking heavy, when i saw those blue skys, i dont think i have felt better in my hole life.

i should be posting this in my other blog. but i will just finish up with the low down with jermayne.

This is not to be laughed at, because this is serious stuff.
I came home tonight and she was on the phone. she was frothing at the bit to talk to someone, and i was the first person she had the opportunity to talk to. It turns out that she is very sick, she was coghing up blood the other day. Jermayne is a wonderful individual, and has had a hard life. she has enlightend me, maybe not in the most constructive, or pleasant manner, i am very greatful for that. She has her problems, and she has to deal with them, she thinks that she needs to take 2 weeks off from everyting, her boyfriend, her legal issues, her whatever. she thought that she might have cancer, but i think with her that is a buzz word for attention. i dont doubt that she is sick, she is coughing up blood for crying out loud.

But i just want to let you folks out there in the world that i am ok!

i hope this blog is not cold and heartless. i dont believe that jermayne deserves this, i am not happy that this is happening to her, but i think she needs help, and i hope that this will be a starting point to realizing that, or taking action.

I wish her all the best.

its funny how two people come together and learn so much from their experiences with one another. weither it be in a possitive environment or not. I think it is kind of neat, surreal if you will.

This bullshit of getting out of jermayne's place is stressing me out to no end. I just wish that she could be quiet in the odd hours of the night, instead of fighting with her god damn boyfriend. When all i really think she is doing is crying for attention. I have never met anyone that is so worthy of a t-shirt, which says "its all about me," in my entire life. She wants me to be compasionate to her situation, which i am to a certain level. But, Im not going to bend over backwards and give her all the money. There are two sides to this, (and i am not looking for simpathy or aggreance on) she has been disrespectful in the sense that i am unable to sleep at night due to their fighting, and therefore cannot start working untill 12 or 1 the next day. This pisses me off to no end, because i have to work until 5 and then i have no time to actually do anything i want to do, like go to galleries.

I have never been so effing stressed out in my entire life! i wish there was an easy way to get through this. If she had some form of grounding in her life i think i would be able to reason with her. But, NO! She doesnt have a job, she doesnt have a bank account, and she has an abusive boyfriend, or she is abusive to him. I think it is the lader not the former.

I want to have fun in new york, IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK. last night, if you saw my video, i was wrong. They were fighting until 6 in the morning. i woke up every 2 hours to noises, and this was the worst sleep of my life.

I know that i wanted to start focusing on the positive aspects about life, but in my given situatioin, I am having a tough time! I know when i get back home that being positive will be a eazy breazy! But now? not so eazy!

so here i sit in the Bowrey Poetry Club, waiting on a couple phone calls which will help me figure out the situation.
All i want to do is come home to a safe place where i will not be kept up all night. i think i would be more leaniant if people were partying, but shouting and fighting is unacceptable. Though i am not threatend violently, my only concern is my financial, and the inablity to work, and focus due to lack of sleep.

i think i am repeating myself. i just wanted to share my fucking break down with you folks who are following this blog. if you want to do things to make me feel better, though i am not asking. but all i would like is for people who i care about, and those that care about me, just tell me that im missed thats all i want.

Mr. Lemermeyer.

Maybe this experience will turn me into a man.

Jermayne, is no longer scaring me, she is just annoying me. She will ask me something she has asked me before 3-6 times, so I finish the question to which she replies: “oh! Did I tell you that already? What should I do? Fuck it!” and then she RETELLS the story. Saying: “Jermayne, I have heard this story already,” will not stop her.

Last night I went out with the “Snow Caps (on Mountain Tops in Winter)” (this amazing Indie band) to unsuccessfully pick up chicks. - Quote of the evening… ”How Much!” oh Rojer, your so funny. Amazing time, anyway.

I come home, (this is after a 1.5 hour in transit, which I fell asleep on the ferry), and Jermayne is having a party(2 guests), “oh great I just want to go to bed.” I think to myself. I decide to join the party, and add to my intoxication. We sit around the glass coffee table, and everyone is talking, well more like shouting. So here is the story of the evening.

There is this chick(guest 1) on koke, how is that for a story starter? “she was on koke,” she is 33, and she is violent. Her boyfriend/husband, Roger (guest2) tells me this story that stood out more than anything else that evening. Roger explained the reason why they do not have a glass table is because of a fight that he had with his wife. She gets so upset and throws the table at him, BUT NO, that’s not it. She picks up a shard of glass and starts cutting him. Now that is fucked up. To top the evening off, Jermayne Dropped a beer bottle on the table and broke it.

I have never met people like this in my life. I mean who the hell fights, its fucking stupid, you get no where, and its very destructive, to the partner and to the relationship.

And then I wake up at 8am this morning and Nick and Jermayne are fighting in the kitchen. I cant wait to go home and sleep in my bed. It will be the most beautiful thing I will see in a while, well other than the countless New York Women.

Im going to make this as brief as possible, and that is hard to do with Jermayne, and this is because she goes on and on about EVERYTHING. I get home last night at around 1.30 or 2 am, and she begins to get into this long-winded story about her brother and how he has fucked her parents over. This is what I have been told; Phil (is her brother’s name) managed to steel 2 apartments, and 500,000 from the parents. He did this with his attorney who “owns 90% of Manhattan.” This is what gets her on her rant. In this conversation I find out that her father and brother are gay. Everyone she tells me a story about has had a tramatic event, such as having a stroke, getting hit by a car (her boyfriend), has AIDS, or has cancer. Now I am thinking she tries to wow people with this information like badges for girl guides. I don’t know how the conversation turns on me all of a sudden, but then she starts bitching at me about how I did not get her the kind of money orders she asked for, sorry not bitching, yelling at me. She wanted a money order she could cash directly without going through a bank. She cannot go through a bank because she is considered a felon, she delt with someone in the past who gave her fake money orders – this is what she tells me. After she has told me this information, she thinks im going to cancel the money order, and “fuck her over.” Technically I could, I could just cancel the money order and stay with ryan or at the YMCA till the end of the month and have like 400 extra dollars. Hmmm… Evil thoughts have just occurred. Then later on, she comes into my room asking me if she has told me to much, I am a little worried about getting screwed 700 bucks so I am going to talk to her tomorrow and ask if I can cancel the money order and somehow get her 700 dollars cash. Anyway, she comes into my room and I tell her that “I have to work,” about three times and she remains in my room telling me stories about how she is going to go back to school, become a singer/musician. Then her drunk ass boyfriend comes in my room to save me, telling her “OK, Jermayne, THAT’S ENOUGH, HE IS DOING SOME PEN AND INK, COME INTO THE OTHER ROOM NOW.” She didn’t budge and then he asks me if I agree with him, and want her to leave, I didn’t care cause I had my paper and pen in front of me, and I would just block her out, which is getting easier by the way. Then Nick asks me “aren’t you going to ask her to leave and get out of your hair?” I said “no.” and with such disdain he replied with: “ WHY NOT!!??” thankfully Jermayne dragged him out of there. It was actually the first time in that place when I felt unsafe. I’m alive, and well, and as everyday passes, it is getting easier and easier to brush this shit off my shoulder. I look forward to adding more to this blog tomorrow, because I know that I will have something to add. So much for being breif, but then again maybe that was breif. The first entry was 1000 words or so.

Here is the cartoon of my elegant roomate.

Last night was fucking stressful. Here it is, I finally get time to myself to do my thing, though I do not get Internet access which would be awesome. So I get home, and I figure Jermayne was hanging out in her room because she had to work the next morning. So, I started writing postcards, and drawing like a mad man, and at around 2am I hear Nick and Jermayne fighting in the hallway. I figured she kicked him out, and I wanted not part of it. 30, minutes go buy after a break of knocking on the door, she starts calling my name. I go to the door to let her in, and get this, they have lost the keys to the apartment. Now usually you think, I lost my keys, no big deal, ill just back track my steps and find them. Jermayne FLIPS on Nick. And it goes a little something like this:

I fucking hate you, go find my keys, I gave them to you, and you lost them. Go find my keys. You know what? I had enough of this. Get the fuck out of my apartment. Were through!!! Get the Fuck out! Get the fuck out of my house. Go find my keys, and then get the fuck out of my house, or else I am calling the police. I can’t even get into my own room, cause you lost the fucking keys. Help me get in my room, and then get the fuck out of my life, or else im going to call the cops. Etc.

They fight like this for until like 5 in the morning. They found the keys, but she was still screaming at him because when they went down to go look for them at the party they were at, “nick ruined the friendship, that she had with her gay friend darel.” She was so upset because she ruins the friendship of her best friend.

They would walk all over the apartment and fight, they wouldn’t stay in one place, a couple times they were SCREAMING at each other IN MY FUCKING ROOM! I don’t know if I can sit back and take this for comedic value anymore. It is stressful.

Last night was fucking stressful. Here it is, I finally get time to myself to do my thing, though I do not get Internet access which would be awesome. So I get home, and I figure Jermayne was hanging out in her room because she had to work the next morning. So, I started writing postcards, and drawing like a mad man, and at around 2am I hear Nick and Jermayne fighting in the hallway. I figured she kicked him out, and I wanted not part of it. 30, minutes go buy after a break of knocking on the door, she starts calling my name. I go to the door to let her in, and get this, they have lost the keys to the apartment. Now usually you think, I lost my keys, no big deal, ill just back track my steps and find them. Jermayne FLIPS on Nick. And it goes a little something like this:

I fucking hate you, go find my keys, I gave them to you, and you lost them. Go find my keys. You know what? I had enough of this. Get the fuck out of my apartment. Were through!!! Get the Fuck out! Get the fuck out of my house. Go find my keys, and then get the fuck out of my house, or else I am calling the police. I can’t even get into my own room, cause you lost the fucking keys. Help me get in my room, and then get the fuck out of my life, or else im going to call the cops. Etc.

They fight like this for until like 5 in the morning. They found the keys, but she was still screaming at him because when they went down to go look for them at the party they were at, “nick ruined the friendship, that she had with her gay friend darel.” She was so upset because she ruins the friendship of her best friend.

They would walk all over the apartment and fight, they wouldn’t stay in one place, a couple times they were SCREAMING at each other IN MY FUCKING ROOM! I don’t know if I can sit back and take this for comedic value anymore. It is stressful.