Current Head State:
Wheeee! I'm sick! Well, my nose and sinuses caught a cold, but the rest of my body miraculously escaped illness. Odd.
I guess the stress of moving and getting a divorce, along with getting 2 hours of sleep for a full month followed by a week or so of playing pool, drinking a lot, and sleeping on floors and couches tends to make it harder to fight off sickness.
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This Week's Angry Rant
Ok, so you go to a cafe, look at the menu, order a coffee drink (just a coffee drink) and, when asked whether you would like your coffee drink brought to you or if you want them to call your name when it was ready, you say "brought to me." So it would probably be pretty frustrating if you sat there for an inordinately long time and then went up to the counter to ask them where your drink was, and they responded with, "Oh, well we have all these other sandwich things you might like to try too, here's a menu, and we haven't started making your drink yet because we thought you might like to have a sandwich too." Pretty fucking lame, right?
So I put in an order for massively high-speed cable internet the other day. The only phone number on the company's site is their support line, so I put in an order directly on the site. It asks you what services you want, and how they should contact you. I said "spiffy high-speed internet...that's it" and "contact me by phone" and left work, expecting to get a phone call from them any minute. Time passes...and nothing. So the next day I go back to work, check my e-mail, and after the e-mail confirming that they got my order and that "someone will contact you by phone shortly," the morons replied to my order with an e-mail saying "Thank you for your order. We have some exciting new deals for our digital cable tv bullshit that we think you should check out. If you have any questions, call our support line at 1-800-DUMB-ASS" ...I don't want to call you, fuckers! I want you to call me! That's why I said "CALL ME"!!!!!
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More From "Why I love coffee shop girls"
Well, one of the hottie girls from the coffee shop let me sleep in her bed the other night after we went out drinking with a few friends, but she slept on a futon, and nothing happened. Still, I was infinitely appreciative, because it was a really comfortable bed, and the alternative was my really uncomfortable floor. I really wasn't thinking when I put my bed all the way at the back of the storage unit. It's looking like it could be another week before I can dig through enough junk to get back to the mattresses. Foo!!
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TONIGHT!
Looking forward to pirate night tonight with SGLA. It ought to be a blast.
Okay, enough leeching off of my internet connection at work, I have to go get my clothes from the laundromat.
Wheeee! I'm sick! Well, my nose and sinuses caught a cold, but the rest of my body miraculously escaped illness. Odd.
I guess the stress of moving and getting a divorce, along with getting 2 hours of sleep for a full month followed by a week or so of playing pool, drinking a lot, and sleeping on floors and couches tends to make it harder to fight off sickness.
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This Week's Angry Rant
Ok, so you go to a cafe, look at the menu, order a coffee drink (just a coffee drink) and, when asked whether you would like your coffee drink brought to you or if you want them to call your name when it was ready, you say "brought to me." So it would probably be pretty frustrating if you sat there for an inordinately long time and then went up to the counter to ask them where your drink was, and they responded with, "Oh, well we have all these other sandwich things you might like to try too, here's a menu, and we haven't started making your drink yet because we thought you might like to have a sandwich too." Pretty fucking lame, right?
So I put in an order for massively high-speed cable internet the other day. The only phone number on the company's site is their support line, so I put in an order directly on the site. It asks you what services you want, and how they should contact you. I said "spiffy high-speed internet...that's it" and "contact me by phone" and left work, expecting to get a phone call from them any minute. Time passes...and nothing. So the next day I go back to work, check my e-mail, and after the e-mail confirming that they got my order and that "someone will contact you by phone shortly," the morons replied to my order with an e-mail saying "Thank you for your order. We have some exciting new deals for our digital cable tv bullshit that we think you should check out. If you have any questions, call our support line at 1-800-DUMB-ASS" ...I don't want to call you, fuckers! I want you to call me! That's why I said "CALL ME"!!!!!
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More From "Why I love coffee shop girls"
Well, one of the hottie girls from the coffee shop let me sleep in her bed the other night after we went out drinking with a few friends, but she slept on a futon, and nothing happened. Still, I was infinitely appreciative, because it was a really comfortable bed, and the alternative was my really uncomfortable floor. I really wasn't thinking when I put my bed all the way at the back of the storage unit. It's looking like it could be another week before I can dig through enough junk to get back to the mattresses. Foo!!
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TONIGHT!
Looking forward to pirate night tonight with SGLA. It ought to be a blast.
Okay, enough leeching off of my internet connection at work, I have to go get my clothes from the laundromat.
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freckle:
oh yeah! i'll take all the credit i can get 
admitourmistakes:
Oh yeah, I am applying to school up Northeast... Temple U in Pa.