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May. 22nd, 2005
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May. 22nd, 2005 08:27 am
Today: A Mixture of SUCK and NOT SUCK
May. 22nd, 2005 10:44 pmNot Suck: Slept well. Woke up at a decent time. Got a lot of crap upstairs sorted and put away.
Suck: Discovered that the bastards at AT&T Mastercard raised my % to 29.9%. Pricks. Assholes. FUCKTARDS. The reason they did this is because I was late with my payments. They did it even though I EXPLAINED TO THEM in WRITING that my mother had lymphoma and had almost died of a gastro-intestinal bleed caused by eating too many aspirins and ibuprofens to kill the pain of a tumor the size of three grapefruits strung together that she didn't know she had until she had the gastro-bleed and after care for it.
I didn't tell them the part about how all four of my siblings basically bailed and left me to deal with everything. But I did tell them that all that shit had kicked my Clinical Depression back into high gear--and that going to the post office was like climbing Mount Everestt and sitting down to write out bills was like trying to overcome fifty rabid rhinoceroses at the same time.
It isn't like I didn't PAY the fucking bills. THEY GOT PAID. And usually not even that late--usually only a couple of days. At most a couple of weeks. But those fuckers don't care. They only want the money.
It boggles my mind that they slam people who are having financial difficulties by adding to the burden. Obviously the credit card companies are owned by rabid Republican Far Right Assholes.
GRRR.
So, I transferred the balance onto my MBNA Mastercard. Ha.
And I wrote the fuckers at AT&T a nice note telling them (in a polite way) to go stuff themselves up their own arseholes and to never contact me by phone or mail again except to bill me for whatever interest accrued between the time of the last billing and my transfer. I hope dung beetles crawl up their anuses and lay eggs which hatch and the baby dung beetles cause a horrific anal itching that drives them mad.
Not suck: Apparently I paid my electric and gas bill twice last time, because I have credits on each and no bills. Go Me!
SUCK: I neglected to write down one of my checks--and I don't know what it was for. I suspect it may be the $15.00 check I wrote out for the R.O.C. yearbook, but I have to investigate further to know for sure.
Not suck: I went out to lunch with Jim and DeAnn at the Chinese restaurant. I ran into Eric F and Josh H, two former students from my previous school. I was especially fond of Eric who was the sweetest little boy you could ever hope to know. (A little shit too, of course, but extremely loveable). They've both graduated and have grown tall as young oaks. The last time I saw them, I could look into their eyes. Now I have to look up to them. It was cool because they both yelled my name at the same time and broke out in HUGE grins.
That sort of reaction warms my soul. So we chatted a little while, and they asked me why I left Triton. I said, frankly and honestly, "Because Mr. Joyce is an asshole. And live is too short to be provoked and harrassed by an asshole."
Eric said he worked with someone who had known Brett in college. "They said he was an asshole then too." he said.
I told them about Susan B-J calling to ask me about him--she worked with a woman who had gone to high school with Brett-the-Jerk. "She says he was an asshole in high school," Susan said. "What's he like to work for?"
"He hasn't changed," I replied.
She never bothered to apply for the job.
It must be terrible to go through your life knowing that 99.5% of everyone who's ever known you thinks of you as an ASSHOLE.
You'd think he'd commit to making himself better. But he doesn't. Everyone ELSE is always wrong. Not him.
SUCK: While eating a steamed dumpling I bit down on something that almost broke off my front tooth. I could feel it give forward--like it wanted to snap, but it didn't. I discretely spit it out, not wanting to bother my friends with such an icky thing--and it was a nugget of metal about the size of a pencil eraser.
My tooth still hurts a little, but it will be okay.
It would have SUCKED MAJORLY if it had broken off--though then I could have whined for my dentist to cap it with a gold tooth. heh heh heh
I am obsessed with the idea of having a gold tooth. Though I do not want it to be the tooth in the very front of my mouth. I'd rather have it be the upper right incisor.
That would be great. I don't know why I am obsessed with this desire, but I am.
Not suck: Got groceries. Filled car with gas. (two chores out of the way.)
SUCK: $29.00 for the tank of gas.
Not suck: sorted laundry, washed dishes, swept and scrubbed FILTHY kitchen floor.
SUCK: Discovered my dryer is broken. Dammit. It would have to happen when almost every article of clothing I own is dirty--and my sheets and quilt are laying welt in baskets in the basement too--because I had to wash them because of the fucktard cat puking on them.
Sigh
So, tomorrow, I'm going to ask Jay to let me go home at noon so I can drag my wet clothes to the laundromat and dry them.
I HATE the flipping laundromat.
But at noonish, the weirdoes should not be there yet.
Sigh
Not suck: Jim came over and looked at the dryer. It appears to be just a broken belt. So I can buy a belt in town tomorrow and Jim will fix it form me.
Not Suck: I made tator tot hot dish today--I don't remember the last time I actually cooked a meal. So, now I have left overs to chow on all week. I'm going to try to make it through the entire week this week without eating junk food for any meal.
Not suck: Got to play scrabble with Dally tonight--two games. In the first, I beat him by about thirty. In the second, he KICKED MY ASS--beating me by over a hundred points. He is a sweet little boy from either Georgia or Alabama. A big anime fan. A lovely child.
Suck: I didn't get to speak to P. tonight. Sigh.
Not suck: I did speak to him briefly in the afternoon. :-P heh heh heh
Suck: I wanted to be in bed by 10 o'clock tonight and it is now almost 11:30.
Not suck: I'm going to bed RIGHT NOW.
Good night!
