chiquita

it's 11 a.m. and i just downed a xanax with a gulp of beer and am listening to the black crowes.

so how do you think my big court date went this fine summer morn?

mothafuckacocksuckaprickscrotumlickincheapassdirtybastardsofhell

*sigh* *sips beer*

well, the judge wasn't as big of a prick as he could of been, but he still placed a judgement against me for a lesser amount than the cocksucker was going for, but it's still $600. uh, BITE ME

so in the hallway afterward, i told the scumbag that i'd pay him $300, which was the amount i originally offered in the beginning. and he told me i'd insulted his "good name" in there by calling him incompetent. (which he is of course) he then told me that he'd garnish my wages. (***what a funkin funktard--AS IF!!!!****) i laughed and said there will be none of that, i'm appealing this (i have 30 days). he then marched his pompous ass off. i got into the elevator with my friend ( my moral support guy), and proceeded to punch the inside of the elevator, cursing the gods!!

so yes, i have 30 days to appeal, and this time i'm bringing in the big guns. AND i'm countersuing! --8v)

justice my ass.

so now i have to go into the lab for a bit and then the chiropractor with a slight buzz...hee hee

well once again i feel better after venting to the pixels and vectors, ether and circuits, the electronic fairies.

thanks !!!