I hate winter. Not just because of the snow, but mainly because of the cold. I've had arthritis since I was 4 or 5, and the last 5 years I've been getting worse and worse. Ever since I can remember, right around Christmas I would be bad enough that I'd lay on the couch and whine because it hurt so bad. Then, in 2001, I started going to an arthritis doctor. He prescribed Bextra (one a day) and it made a huge difference. I could go to the mall and walk around without hurting all night. When I lost my health insurance in 2003, my doctor pretty much told me to go fuck myself. Every winter since then has been worse. It's to the point now where I just took two baskets of clothes to the basement, and my back is killing me. I'm almost out of pain meds (Darvocet and Ultram) so I don't know what I'm going to do when they run out. I've also been without Synthroid or Zyrtec for about a year, and I've noticed a huge difference. The only doctor who didn't tell me to fuck off was my gyno, but I don't think she can prescribe pain meds, or allergy meds. Health insurance, just for 6 months, would be so nice.
On a totally different note, I'm watching football for the first time in at least a year. I was talking to Jamie a couple days ago, and he told me the Steelers are one game away from the Super Bowl. Woohoo! So I'm watching that game right now, and it's been pretty boring so far. I like hockey much more, but I'm not even going to get into that right now.
The neighbors got a new big screen TV today, so all I've heard is their fucking TV. Their stereo woke me up at 10:30 this morning. It was so loud I thought my stereo had turned on somehow, and I tried using the remote to turn it down. This is fucking ridiculous, and if he's playing Flight Simulator at 1:30 this morning, I'm going over there to bitch.
Well I hear Morgan being an idiot in the parking area (it's covered in snow) so I'm going to go.
That is all.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Such Hatred
I do not need encouragement when it comes to hating people, yet my friends seem to support my hatred every chance they get:
RS Tool For Evil [1:25 AM]: Neighbor needs to turn down his fucking flight simulator game
RS Tool For Evil [1:25 AM]: Before I go bash his fucking head in
"Jamie" [1:25 AM]: you know inside you want him to keep it up for that very reason
See what I mean?
That is all.
RS Tool For Evil [1:25 AM]: Neighbor needs to turn down his fucking flight simulator game
RS Tool For Evil [1:25 AM]: Before I go bash his fucking head in
"Jamie" [1:25 AM]: you know inside you want him to keep it up for that very reason
See what I mean?
That is all.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
I Knew It
I knew there was a good reason, other than the smirk, as to why I voted for GW.
And he's a good president too.
That is all.
And he's a good president too.
That is all.
Wurd
Apparently AMC is having a Halloween marathon? Halloween 5 is on right now, followed by Resurrection. Guess I'll watch them.
That is all.
That is all.
Yeah
All right, so my Mom's car (2001 Chevy Monte Carlo) started making a weird noise and the tire was wobbling at speed. We took her car to the dealership Tuesday night after Morgan got here from school, and the dealer (not a Chevy dealer) worked on it Wednesday. When the "service manager" called, he said the front axle needed replaced and the tranny needed flushed. The tranny flush was supposedly covered, but the axle wasn't, so she had to pay $109 for the work. OK, whatever. We go to pick up the car on Wednesday afternoon, and the "service manager" tells us the complete opposite of what he told her on the phone. I told the smarmy jackass they ripped us off for the tranny flush (too fucking high), and he replied that it wasn't K-Mart. Real classy. I also told him it'd be funny when my Mom's tranny goes out and they have to replace the whole thing. He asked why that would be funny and I replied with "because you're a smarmy jackass who needs to learn a lesson about customer service." "Maybe once you have to replace a tranny or two because of your incompetence, you'll learn your lessson." Long story short, the tranny is not only still making the noise, now it's worse. They were also supposed to call today when the axle arrived, and of course they didn't. This guy told her it's perfectly fine to drive with a bad axle. I'm going to laugh when it snaps, and they have to replace that, the engine when the axle whaps it while breaking and the tranny. Assfuckers.
I'm really tired of being lied to, being told half-truths and having information conveniently left out of things I'm told. Sure, I've made mistakes, but when it comes to important things, and especially when it involves people I love, I tell the fucking truth. Obviously it's a trait no one else shares.
I held the door for three people at the post office today; not one fucking person said thank you. This is just one of the many reasons why I find it harder and harder to like people. I let people in front of me on the highway; not a thank you wave to be seen. Anytime I'm the person who needs let onto the highway, no one returns the favor. Same goes for when I let people out when they're in a parking lot and trying to exit onto the street. No thank you wave, and no one does the same for me. Yeah, I shouldn't let it bother me, but fuck you, it does. I'm tired of being nice and never receiving any of the niceness in return. Even people I don't know take advantage of me, and people I do know are even worse. I'm not nice to people hoping to receive a fucking medal, but it is nice to receive niceness once in a while.
I'd love to watch my Season 2 NYPD Blue boxed set, but since I no longer have those DVD's I guess I can't. You know why I don't have the boxed set anymore, and you know who it is I'm referring to. Not that it was appreciated in any way.
I'm going to go because the bitching is going to get worse from here, and I'm sure no one wants to fucking hear that either. You know, because whenever any one needs to talk who do they come to? Me. But when I need to talk to someone, and that's not often at all, everyone is too fucking busy, they don't call me back or the just fucking ignore me and interrupt when I'm trying to talk.
See, there I go again.
That is all.
I'm really tired of being lied to, being told half-truths and having information conveniently left out of things I'm told. Sure, I've made mistakes, but when it comes to important things, and especially when it involves people I love, I tell the fucking truth. Obviously it's a trait no one else shares.
I held the door for three people at the post office today; not one fucking person said thank you. This is just one of the many reasons why I find it harder and harder to like people. I let people in front of me on the highway; not a thank you wave to be seen. Anytime I'm the person who needs let onto the highway, no one returns the favor. Same goes for when I let people out when they're in a parking lot and trying to exit onto the street. No thank you wave, and no one does the same for me. Yeah, I shouldn't let it bother me, but fuck you, it does. I'm tired of being nice and never receiving any of the niceness in return. Even people I don't know take advantage of me, and people I do know are even worse. I'm not nice to people hoping to receive a fucking medal, but it is nice to receive niceness once in a while.
I'd love to watch my Season 2 NYPD Blue boxed set, but since I no longer have those DVD's I guess I can't. You know why I don't have the boxed set anymore, and you know who it is I'm referring to. Not that it was appreciated in any way.
I'm going to go because the bitching is going to get worse from here, and I'm sure no one wants to fucking hear that either. You know, because whenever any one needs to talk who do they come to? Me. But when I need to talk to someone, and that's not often at all, everyone is too fucking busy, they don't call me back or the just fucking ignore me and interrupt when I'm trying to talk.
See, there I go again.
That is all.
Friday, January 21, 2005
WhatTheFuckEver
Eat shit. You know who you are.
The heat at my house is wonky; we were without heat for 6 hours this evening. The electrician checked it out and told us to not use the dryer until he installs a new main breaker. I guess there goes my catching up on laundry idea.
Oh yeah, I wound up not getting that position after all. I was told if I made it to a meeting with the VP, I had the job. When the guy called me to schedule my meeting with the VP he told me it was a formality and I had the position. Well guess what? He's a fucking liar just like everyone else who promises me things. That is why I hate people, and don't believe anything anyone fucking tells me.
That is all.
The heat at my house is wonky; we were without heat for 6 hours this evening. The electrician checked it out and told us to not use the dryer until he installs a new main breaker. I guess there goes my catching up on laundry idea.
Oh yeah, I wound up not getting that position after all. I was told if I made it to a meeting with the VP, I had the job. When the guy called me to schedule my meeting with the VP he told me it was a formality and I had the position. Well guess what? He's a fucking liar just like everyone else who promises me things. That is why I hate people, and don't believe anything anyone fucking tells me.
That is all.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Morgan Lived
I didn't wind up killing the dear last night. Lets just say I'm glad I didn't, wink wink. We watched Carrie and The Car last night, then I went to bed. He stayed up until 5 in the morning, woke me up when he came to bed, and we didn't go to sleep until 6AM. Oh well, I love him so he's worth the occasional lack of sleep.
I'm going to start my Valentine's Day cards today, and maybe I'll even mail them out, unlike my Christmas cards.
That is all.
I'm going to start my Valentine's Day cards today, and maybe I'll even mail them out, unlike my Christmas cards.
That is all.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Fucking Efficient, I Am
Yeah, instead of waiting until the last minute, I decided to get the CD swap CD's burned while I have the time. I ran out of CD's, though, so Morgan's bringing me some blank CD's in order to complete the damned thing. I joined two groups, so I have to burn 9 CD's (4 for each group, and one for myself.)
I just had a bologna sammich; damn it was tasty.
The vice-president at my new job offered me more money, and I turned it down. What kind a of a moron am I?! VP-"Is the pay rate sufficient? With your skills, you could ask for a higher rate." Me-"Oh, $10 an hour is fine, especially when you take into consideration the excellent benefit package." HELLO? What the fuck was I thinking? Bah....Hopefully he'll take pity on my stupid ass and pay me more anyway. Yeah, the bennies are fucking great ($16.66 a month out of pocket, $250 deductible. Medical, dental and VISION) but I could have at least asked for $11 an hour. But I'm not going to complain. The hours rock ass (11AM-7PM Monday-Friday), and it involves computers. Woohoo, I say.
I'm going to watch CSI and probably wind up taking a nap.
That is all.
I just had a bologna sammich; damn it was tasty.
The vice-president at my new job offered me more money, and I turned it down. What kind a of a moron am I?! VP-"Is the pay rate sufficient? With your skills, you could ask for a higher rate." Me-"Oh, $10 an hour is fine, especially when you take into consideration the excellent benefit package." HELLO? What the fuck was I thinking? Bah....Hopefully he'll take pity on my stupid ass and pay me more anyway. Yeah, the bennies are fucking great ($16.66 a month out of pocket, $250 deductible. Medical, dental and VISION) but I could have at least asked for $11 an hour. But I'm not going to complain. The hours rock ass (11AM-7PM Monday-Friday), and it involves computers. Woohoo, I say.
I'm going to watch CSI and probably wind up taking a nap.
That is all.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Grrrrr
The starter is fucked up on the Camaro. I called the repair clinic this evening and left a message. I said we (Morgan and I) are bringing the car in next Wednesday (first chance we'll have to get it to the shop) for them to replace the faulty starter, and to replace the knock sensor wire they broke. I'm sure they'll call first thing in the morning saying how they're going to charge us for the work. Jackasses. That's when I'll tell them I'll contact the Better Business Bureau to see what the recommend. Fuck that shit. We'd have been better off not paying the $137 to have the car fixed; at least it ran fine and started (99% of the time) when we needed it to.
I spent 3 hours in the hospital today. My Mom had to have bloodwork, an ultrasound and a mammogram. Yeah, she was happy.
The "Everything's A Dollar" store had green box spaghetti for $1 a box! They also have bubble mailers (Duck brand) 2 for a buck, and the 3.5 ounce Toblerone for a buck, too. Woohoo!
Get my start date, and meet the vice president of the company, tomorrow. I have to be there at 10:30AM, and Morgan has the Camaro, so I'm using the Montemobile.
There's something about a FWD car that takes all of the fun out of driving in the snow. Reverse donuts just aren't right for some reason.
Negative windchills for tomorrow; that'll be fun.
That is all.
I spent 3 hours in the hospital today. My Mom had to have bloodwork, an ultrasound and a mammogram. Yeah, she was happy.
The "Everything's A Dollar" store had green box spaghetti for $1 a box! They also have bubble mailers (Duck brand) 2 for a buck, and the 3.5 ounce Toblerone for a buck, too. Woohoo!
Get my start date, and meet the vice president of the company, tomorrow. I have to be there at 10:30AM, and Morgan has the Camaro, so I'm using the Montemobile.
There's something about a FWD car that takes all of the fun out of driving in the snow. Reverse donuts just aren't right for some reason.
Negative windchills for tomorrow; that'll be fun.
That is all.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Where Have I Been?
OK, apparently I live under a rock. I had no idea Portia de Rossi is a lesbian. Ha, guys, you don't stand a chance!
I have a cold sore, or to be more exact, 3 smaller cold sores that make up one larger cold sore. I should have known, though, since I'd been letting my lips get way too chapped before applying my balm. Thankfully I think it's at its worse stage today, and should be gone by the time I start my job later in the week.
It snowed.
That is all.
I have a cold sore, or to be more exact, 3 smaller cold sores that make up one larger cold sore. I should have known, though, since I'd been letting my lips get way too chapped before applying my balm. Thankfully I think it's at its worse stage today, and should be gone by the time I start my job later in the week.
It snowed.
That is all.
For Those Of You
OK, for those of you who don't listen to my AudBlog posts, Morgan fixed the car again. While replacing the starter, they bumped the knock sensor and broke the clips that hold the wire in place on the sensor. Morgan plugged the wire back in, and the car runs fine. Good thing he's around to fix the fucking car.
Got a job, start next week sometime.
That is all.
Got a job, start next week sometime.
That is all.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
Go Fuck Yourself
I talked to Brian at the Camaro clinic, and of course he's trying to say the Camaro's current condition is totally unrelated to them replacing the starter. Bullfuckingshit. It ran perfect when we dropped it off Wednesday night, and now it runs like shit (from the second we picked it up from the clinic?) So we have to have it towed to the repair place, how I have no idea, since Morgan works all weekend, and I have no way to get to his house to wait on the AAA guy. This is fucking ridiculous. I'll probably have to wait until Tuesday to have that piece of shit towed down here. I'm back to hating that fucking car. I need a VW.
I've been trying to call my friend Jenny for two days. Her town is supposedly completely blocked by flood waters, and I want to find out if they evacuated or if they stayed. Last night no one answered, and today the phone is busy. Hmmmmmmmm.
I'm fucking hungry.
That is all.
I've been trying to call my friend Jenny for two days. Her town is supposedly completely blocked by flood waters, and I want to find out if they evacuated or if they stayed. Last night no one answered, and today the phone is busy. Hmmmmmmmm.
I'm fucking hungry.
That is all.
Not Interested
We're not going to the Detroit Auto Show. Don't fucking email me and tell me what a great time you had; I don't give a fuck.
I'm going to bed.
That is all.
I'm going to bed.
That is all.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
I'm Such A Whiner
Man, I jacked my neck up something good Tuesday. It was so bad last night I couldn't even talk without the left side of my neck hurting. It was the whole left side, along with my left shoulder. Thankfully, when I got up this afternoon, my neck and shoulder were much better, but still not perfect. What did I do? Try to sleep standing on my head?
That is all.
That is all.
It Never Stops
OK, so Morgan IM's me from work at about a quarter after 6 this evening. I was napping, so after waking up, I called him. Turns out the car is all fucked up. It has no power at all (he got beat by a school bus on the highway) and stalls everytime he stops or hits the brakes. Also, the check engine light stays on. I called the place we took it to and left a message for them to call me first thing in the morning so we can get the fucking car fixed. $137 to have the starter replaced, and now it runs worse than it did before they fixed the starter. I understand things happen, though, so as long as they take care of it like they should, I won't bitch. Too much...
That is all.
That is all.
Did I Wake Up In Florida?
OK, this is some fucked up shit. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, it's just fucking weird. I live in Northeast Ohio. It's the middle of January. It was 66 degrees today. I saw two people driving around with the convertible tops down on their cars (newer Corvette and Mustang.) Numerous motorcycles were out too. Now it's fucking pouring rain, and we're under a severe thunderstorm watch. This is really fucking weird!
Car is fixed. It was the starter like we thought. We're losing coolant because the freeze plugs are going bad, just like Morgan and Dave (the mechanic where Morgan works) said. $200 to get the freeze plugs replaced, because they have to drop the tranny. We'll get that fixed one I get a couple paychecks under my belt. It's not going to hurt anything as long as we make sure the coolant level is OK. Besides, with all this warm weather it's hardly leaking at all.
All right, I guess I'll do some laundry and probably take a nap. I've not slept for shit the last week or so; someone keeps me up all night watching TV and stuff.
That is all.
Car is fixed. It was the starter like we thought. We're losing coolant because the freeze plugs are going bad, just like Morgan and Dave (the mechanic where Morgan works) said. $200 to get the freeze plugs replaced, because they have to drop the tranny. We'll get that fixed one I get a couple paychecks under my belt. It's not going to hurt anything as long as we make sure the coolant level is OK. Besides, with all this warm weather it's hardly leaking at all.
All right, I guess I'll do some laundry and probably take a nap. I've not slept for shit the last week or so; someone keeps me up all night watching TV and stuff.
That is all.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Lady Luck Is A Cunt
So yeah, I think we're finally going to get ahead by a couple hundred bucks, and I can start paying people back money that I owe. Oh nooooooo, we can't have that. We go out this afternoon to go to Morgan's Dad's house to get photos of the Iroc, and what happens? The RS won't start. Won't turn over. Won't.Do.Anything. Finally we get it to start, and by this point we both know exactly what's wrong. The starter is giving us a big fuck off, and it's finally dying. Either that, or it's loose. Regardless, the RS is going to the clinic on Thursday morning for a new starter. To the tune of $150. Fucking shit. I'm still holding out hope the starter itself is OK, and it's just loose (much cheaper to fix; just tighten the bitch down and send us on our way.) With the way my luck is, though, the whole fucking thing will need replaced. I guess I'll have them check the coolant leak while it's up on the lift thingie, so that's good. I guess. You know, since we use a container of coolant every 4-6 days.
Someone shoot me?
I'm going to watch TV and eat pizza since Morgan's at school. Hopefully the car will start and get him home from school, then start again to get us to my house. Then start a final time to get over to the repair shop (clinic, LOL.)
That is all.
Someone shoot me?
I'm going to watch TV and eat pizza since Morgan's at school. Hopefully the car will start and get him home from school, then start again to get us to my house. Then start a final time to get over to the repair shop (clinic, LOL.)
That is all.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Wurd
OK, I almost have the new layout tweaked to my liking. I fixed the space problem by deleting the size 4 header codes. Now I noticed only two of my sidebar headers are red; the rest are the greyish color. Hmmm, something else for me to figure out.
Oh yeah, TheLawnBunny is back.
That is all.
Oh yeah, TheLawnBunny is back.
That is all.
That's Better
OK, it isn't perfect, but better than it was. Now I have to figure out why my footer isn't working, and how to remove the spaces from between the titles of my stuff, and the actual items (links, photo things, etc.) After that, I'll be set.
That is all.
That is all.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Damn Right
I guess bitching to Sprint really did pay off. My first bill went from $89.50 to $59.00 in the last 4 days. Damn right. If it weren't for the $36 activation fee, my first bill would only be $23. Wonder if I can get them to waive that too, since it took so long for my phone to be turned on? I'm such an ass.
Yeah, I'm still up.
That is all.
Yeah, I'm still up.
That is all.
Bullshit
How nice. The first night in at least a week that I was asleep before 1AM and Morgan decides he wants to talk about car parts.
So now it's 1:30AM, I'm not tired anymore and he's done talking. Oh, and I have a headache.
Happy Sunday.
That is all.
So now it's 1:30AM, I'm not tired anymore and he's done talking. Oh, and I have a headache.
Happy Sunday.
That is all.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Rally's Sounds Good
I have the car, and Rally's has 99 cent mushroom/swiss burgers. Woohoo!
I have nothing else worth talking about.
That is all.
I have nothing else worth talking about.
That is all.
Not So Much
I have a headache. I've had a headache since 4 or 5 this afternoon. I hate headaches.
I have the car for the weekend! Somehow I managed to con Morgan into letting me have the Camaro; I'm still amazed. Now watch, I'll wind up sitting at home all damned weekend even though I have the car. That's just how lame I am.
Today I went to Staples to drop off a couple UPS packages, and while I was there, I picked up a Staples catalog. Oh my, I really shouldn't have done such a thing. Did you know there's 24 shades of Sharpie markers? 24!!! I love the pastel colored ones, and everyone who knows me well is aware that I love pens, markers and especially Sharpies. I'm such a dweeb.
Morgan and I need to get photos of the Iroc. Seems as though Mr. Morgan decided to find some photos on the Interweb of a car that looks identical to his Iroc, and tell people (myself included) that the photos were of his car. Now don't get me wrong, Morgan does have an 89 Iroc-Z with 27K original miles. It's a gorgeous car, and matches the photos exactly. But still, he should have mentioned the fact that the photos weren't of his car, but a car identical to his own. Long story short, the owner of the car in the photos found our site and is now saying that we don't even have an Iroc, let alone a black with blue stripe Iroc. Oh yes, yes we do. Thing is it's supposed to freeze over tonight, and be icky all weekend, so how are we to get photos? Morgan tried getting them last night, but his Dad doesn't even have the car in the garage so it's covered in no less than a foot and a half of snow! A gorgeous Iroc sitting outside during the Cleveland winter. Pure silliness! But anyway, we will have photos ASAP just to prove we do have that car. (That's why the photos were removed from my Flickr account, and my Yahoo photo album. I'll replace them with photos of our actual car.)
The Camaro (RS) and I are getting along just fine now. I drove him home in the rain, and all was well. It was just at the freezing/non-freezing point though, so I was careful once it started raining. I did have to do a little back tire spinning about a mile from my house, though. The punks on the sidewalk were asking for it, so I delivered.
OK, I'm going to bed.
That is all.
I have the car for the weekend! Somehow I managed to con Morgan into letting me have the Camaro; I'm still amazed. Now watch, I'll wind up sitting at home all damned weekend even though I have the car. That's just how lame I am.
Today I went to Staples to drop off a couple UPS packages, and while I was there, I picked up a Staples catalog. Oh my, I really shouldn't have done such a thing. Did you know there's 24 shades of Sharpie markers? 24!!! I love the pastel colored ones, and everyone who knows me well is aware that I love pens, markers and especially Sharpies. I'm such a dweeb.
Morgan and I need to get photos of the Iroc. Seems as though Mr. Morgan decided to find some photos on the Interweb of a car that looks identical to his Iroc, and tell people (myself included) that the photos were of his car. Now don't get me wrong, Morgan does have an 89 Iroc-Z with 27K original miles. It's a gorgeous car, and matches the photos exactly. But still, he should have mentioned the fact that the photos weren't of his car, but a car identical to his own. Long story short, the owner of the car in the photos found our site and is now saying that we don't even have an Iroc, let alone a black with blue stripe Iroc. Oh yes, yes we do. Thing is it's supposed to freeze over tonight, and be icky all weekend, so how are we to get photos? Morgan tried getting them last night, but his Dad doesn't even have the car in the garage so it's covered in no less than a foot and a half of snow! A gorgeous Iroc sitting outside during the Cleveland winter. Pure silliness! But anyway, we will have photos ASAP just to prove we do have that car. (That's why the photos were removed from my Flickr account, and my Yahoo photo album. I'll replace them with photos of our actual car.)
The Camaro (RS) and I are getting along just fine now. I drove him home in the rain, and all was well. It was just at the freezing/non-freezing point though, so I was careful once it started raining. I did have to do a little back tire spinning about a mile from my house, though. The punks on the sidewalk were asking for it, so I delivered.
OK, I'm going to bed.
That is all.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
The End Is Here
Don't believe me? I bring you a Dolce and Gabbana Citroen. Oh my.
Finally have my PCS Vision and camera stuff working on my phone. For my trouble I received a $10 credit and 50 extra minutes. The minutes are fucking useless since my nights and weekends start at 7PM, and I have 400 peak minutes a month. Assfuckers.
That is all.
Finally have my PCS Vision and camera stuff working on my phone. For my trouble I received a $10 credit and 50 extra minutes. The minutes are fucking useless since my nights and weekends start at 7PM, and I have 400 peak minutes a month. Assfuckers.
That is all.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Monday, January 03, 2005
Blah
Still no Interweb/IM/photo uploading on my cell phone. This is way too much for me to handle; I better get one hell of a service credit for this shit.
I cleaned out my closet, again. Who needs 7 comforters? Apparently I think I do for one reason or another.
I'm going to add some pages to my blog, including a facts page and a page with a list of people I mention most on here. There's still a way to go on these pages, so look for them to appear sometime this weekend, maybe sooner.
I just had elk meat for the first time. It tastes just like regular hamburger, but leaves a nasty film on the roof of my mouth so that makes me not so much a fan of elk meat.
That is all.
I cleaned out my closet, again. Who needs 7 comforters? Apparently I think I do for one reason or another.
I'm going to add some pages to my blog, including a facts page and a page with a list of people I mention most on here. There's still a way to go on these pages, so look for them to appear sometime this weekend, maybe sooner.
I just had elk meat for the first time. It tastes just like regular hamburger, but leaves a nasty film on the roof of my mouth so that makes me not so much a fan of elk meat.
That is all.
Service Credit, Bitch
Yes, I'm up at 3AM because I slept until a quarter of 6 this evening. Yes, you read that correctly. Morgan and I went to bed at 5 Sunday morning, and he had to be up by 9:15AM for work. So he gets up to go to work, and I was back to sleep by 9:45AM. I woke up once around 3PM to pee, then went back to sleep until a quarter of 6PM. Obviously I was tired or something. LOL
Isn't it sad that Morgan had never watched Clerks before last night? At least he seemed to enjoy the movie since we stayed up until 4AM watching the damned thing. LOL
Twelve days until we go to the Detriot Auto Show. I can't wait!!!
I spent a half hour on the phone with Sprint's tech support and my Vision services still aren't working. Thankfully I am getting a service credit, but still, it's been 2 days since I got the phone. I want to upload my photos all ready!
So for Christmas I wound up getting the tea set/doily/cookie mix (the cookies are rockass, by the way), a Pear VS body spray (from Hannah, Hope, Hayley and Hillary) that I use as a bedroom scent because it makes me itch when I put it on my skin (sucks cause it smells hella good), the license plate purse, the Zorro purse, a camera phone from Sprint, a Joe Boxer comforter (purple with zippers and pockets), a CD holder thingie and the Cruel Intentions DVD from my secret santa. All-in-all not too bad. Now if only Morgan would break down and get me these slippers for my late Christmas present (hint, hint) I'd be all toasty and warm once it decides to get cold again.
OK, one more whirl at getting my phone to upload, then I'm going to bed.
That is all.
Isn't it sad that Morgan had never watched Clerks before last night? At least he seemed to enjoy the movie since we stayed up until 4AM watching the damned thing. LOL
Twelve days until we go to the Detriot Auto Show. I can't wait!!!
I spent a half hour on the phone with Sprint's tech support and my Vision services still aren't working. Thankfully I am getting a service credit, but still, it's been 2 days since I got the phone. I want to upload my photos all ready!
So for Christmas I wound up getting the tea set/doily/cookie mix (the cookies are rockass, by the way), a Pear VS body spray (from Hannah, Hope, Hayley and Hillary) that I use as a bedroom scent because it makes me itch when I put it on my skin (sucks cause it smells hella good), the license plate purse, the Zorro purse, a camera phone from Sprint, a Joe Boxer comforter (purple with zippers and pockets), a CD holder thingie and the Cruel Intentions DVD from my secret santa. All-in-all not too bad. Now if only Morgan would break down and get me these slippers for my late Christmas present (hint, hint) I'd be all toasty and warm once it decides to get cold again.
OK, one more whirl at getting my phone to upload, then I'm going to bed.
That is all.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Happy New Year
Hope everyone had a happy, and safe, New Year's Eve. Morgan and I went to Turtle's house and then proceeded to the 704, a gay club in Canton (Turtle's gay.) We stayed there for about a half hour, then headed back to my house since Morgan worked Friday and was tired. But not before we went to Wal-Mart where I took photos with my camera phone! Sprint is being retarded, so they haven't activated the PCS Vision portion of my service yet. I can make/receive calls and SMS messages, but can't send any photos, nor can I reply to any IM's received on my phone. Of course the customer service center is closed today, so I'll have to wait until tomorrow to get that straightened out. As of now, I have one photo of last night, and that's of Turtle at the 704.
That is all.
That is all.
