it's probably about time I start using this blog.. I've been lurking around the site long enough to start letting people know what I'm up to.
so as usual with blogs, I'm going to tell everyone why today really, really, sucked. But I hope to have something better to post about soon
I woke up when the timers on my fish tanks lights all came on and I was bombarded by high intensity light, this is just how I wake up. I knew something was going wrong because I looked in on my pufferfish and he was puffed, for no reason... I saw this as an ill omen. I got myself put together grudgingly getting ready to talk my psychosis out with my therapist, and when I got in my truck I noticed a few things were different.. like the fact that my stereo was missing, as was my GPS, and my hat. soon after that I noticed that the rubber gasket around my passenger side window had been slit and the glass popped out of the gasket, and my passenger side door was uncharacteristically unlocked.... So I think to myself- fucking wonderful, but at least I have insurance on most of this shit, I can go into bestbuy and pick up new ones, so I stick my key in the ignition, turn it, and nothing. then I think what if these fuckers also messed around under the hood? so I pop my hood and things aren't messed with, but my battery is missing.
so I call up my therapist to cancel, thankfully she's not making me pay for the session, and file a police report in vain, I figure it's my duty as a citizen, but I don't expect to ever see anything good come of the report... Then I go about the next 4 hours rectifying everything that's now missing. I spent the better part of this time at bestbuy, waiting for their goons over there to install my new stereo for free like they're supposed to given my protection plan with them, but no, they opted to dick around sitting on their hands while my truck was in their garage for an hour and a half, and make me late for work, and they still didn't install the stereo, I just had to take the whole mess home and do it myself... which isn't hard, it's just a PITA that the morons at bestbuy were too busy contemplating their navels to do their fucking jobs.
So then work, I like my job, it's borderline therapeutic, I work in an aquarium shop, so I pretty much spend my workday taking care of things that calm me, and passing customers that frustrate me onto my boss, because he knows its easier for him to deal with their shit then deal with the sort of lawsuit that'd be involved with me unscrewing their heads and feeding their eyes to the puffers. I had a good day at work until the last minute,, there's a couple who brought in a whole bunch of fish corals and anenomes for us to take care of while they got their tank set up, they're new in town, and we took their pets in while they got themselves set up, no problems. Except today they came in 5 seconds before closing and wanted to pick up all their shit... including a lionfish. Most people who know me well are aware that lions are easily my favorite fish, but for those who don't know, they deliver a painful sting if their dorsal spines pierce your skin. Long story short, the little guy wasn't in the cave I thought he was in, I grabbed the rock one of their anenomes was on to put into a bucket for them to take home, and then I felt 3 little pinpricks. those 3 little pinpricks were followed by 5 minutes of absolutely agonizing pain.. the kind that makes you want to chew your own hand off. Thankfully I've been stung by lions before, but 3 full envenomations only really put me out of commission for a few minutes, which means I have one hell of a tolerance built up.. which probably isn't a good thing.
Anyway, there is a silver lining.. I have a new battery in my truck, a new ipod compatible stereo(since my old one was discontinued), and I'm more or less immune to the toxins produced by the taxonomic family Scorpaenidae.
I'm a believer in Karma, so today sucking really must mean good things are going to happen in the near future... and if things are going down the way I think they're going to, I think tomorrow's going to be a lot of fun... updates later,
peace.
so as usual with blogs, I'm going to tell everyone why today really, really, sucked. But I hope to have something better to post about soon
I woke up when the timers on my fish tanks lights all came on and I was bombarded by high intensity light, this is just how I wake up. I knew something was going wrong because I looked in on my pufferfish and he was puffed, for no reason... I saw this as an ill omen. I got myself put together grudgingly getting ready to talk my psychosis out with my therapist, and when I got in my truck I noticed a few things were different.. like the fact that my stereo was missing, as was my GPS, and my hat. soon after that I noticed that the rubber gasket around my passenger side window had been slit and the glass popped out of the gasket, and my passenger side door was uncharacteristically unlocked.... So I think to myself- fucking wonderful, but at least I have insurance on most of this shit, I can go into bestbuy and pick up new ones, so I stick my key in the ignition, turn it, and nothing. then I think what if these fuckers also messed around under the hood? so I pop my hood and things aren't messed with, but my battery is missing.
so I call up my therapist to cancel, thankfully she's not making me pay for the session, and file a police report in vain, I figure it's my duty as a citizen, but I don't expect to ever see anything good come of the report... Then I go about the next 4 hours rectifying everything that's now missing. I spent the better part of this time at bestbuy, waiting for their goons over there to install my new stereo for free like they're supposed to given my protection plan with them, but no, they opted to dick around sitting on their hands while my truck was in their garage for an hour and a half, and make me late for work, and they still didn't install the stereo, I just had to take the whole mess home and do it myself... which isn't hard, it's just a PITA that the morons at bestbuy were too busy contemplating their navels to do their fucking jobs.
So then work, I like my job, it's borderline therapeutic, I work in an aquarium shop, so I pretty much spend my workday taking care of things that calm me, and passing customers that frustrate me onto my boss, because he knows its easier for him to deal with their shit then deal with the sort of lawsuit that'd be involved with me unscrewing their heads and feeding their eyes to the puffers. I had a good day at work until the last minute,, there's a couple who brought in a whole bunch of fish corals and anenomes for us to take care of while they got their tank set up, they're new in town, and we took their pets in while they got themselves set up, no problems. Except today they came in 5 seconds before closing and wanted to pick up all their shit... including a lionfish. Most people who know me well are aware that lions are easily my favorite fish, but for those who don't know, they deliver a painful sting if their dorsal spines pierce your skin. Long story short, the little guy wasn't in the cave I thought he was in, I grabbed the rock one of their anenomes was on to put into a bucket for them to take home, and then I felt 3 little pinpricks. those 3 little pinpricks were followed by 5 minutes of absolutely agonizing pain.. the kind that makes you want to chew your own hand off. Thankfully I've been stung by lions before, but 3 full envenomations only really put me out of commission for a few minutes, which means I have one hell of a tolerance built up.. which probably isn't a good thing.
Anyway, there is a silver lining.. I have a new battery in my truck, a new ipod compatible stereo(since my old one was discontinued), and I'm more or less immune to the toxins produced by the taxonomic family Scorpaenidae.
I'm a believer in Karma, so today sucking really must mean good things are going to happen in the near future... and if things are going down the way I think they're going to, I think tomorrow's going to be a lot of fun... updates later,
peace.
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cancersticker:
not really so much crazy as stubborn, I'm in therapy, yes, but it's got more to do with personal problems because I had one hell of a fucked up childhood than outright craziness... but that's a subject for a new blog.
velvetjones:
Damn. I'm outright crazy with a relatively pleasant childhood. (Well, it had its moments.) You know what they say about opposites or whatever.