King shit of fuck mountain, what a crapariffic day.
My new mattress was delivered at eight A.M. sharp. Just the mattress. No box spring, despite having paid for the whole damn set. Sorting that out with the mattress-uneducated at Sears was less than desirable.
On the way out today, I noticed a dent in my passenger side door, complete with white paint. The pattern was indicative of a car door overopening accident, complete with white paint. And there was no note on poor three-month old Natalie claiming responsibility. The leasing office and police were not helpful. I'm hesitent to take this to my insurance, seeing as how my premium is already ridiculously high (and will be higher once my speeding ticket in Louisana goes through). I don't want to leave her that way, but it's gonna be at least two hunny in damage.
Had a meeting with the newspaper folks at school. Aside from the two editors, they're all ass clowns. Especially Dave. He drives the ass clown car that they all piled into after the meeting.
Got a history midterm tomorrow that, as a result of today's nonsense, I had no time to study for today. My fault for procrastinating. So I'm cramming tonight and tomorrow morning. Robbespiere, the East India Company, and the Spinning Jenny are all fighting in my brain for the right to be remembered tomorrow. Ugh.
On the bright side, SG Louise really is adorable, is she not? On top of which, the Hellacopters fucking rock. Neither one will fix the dent in my car or help me pass this test, but what are you gonna do?
My new mattress was delivered at eight A.M. sharp. Just the mattress. No box spring, despite having paid for the whole damn set. Sorting that out with the mattress-uneducated at Sears was less than desirable.
On the way out today, I noticed a dent in my passenger side door, complete with white paint. The pattern was indicative of a car door overopening accident, complete with white paint. And there was no note on poor three-month old Natalie claiming responsibility. The leasing office and police were not helpful. I'm hesitent to take this to my insurance, seeing as how my premium is already ridiculously high (and will be higher once my speeding ticket in Louisana goes through). I don't want to leave her that way, but it's gonna be at least two hunny in damage.
Had a meeting with the newspaper folks at school. Aside from the two editors, they're all ass clowns. Especially Dave. He drives the ass clown car that they all piled into after the meeting.
Got a history midterm tomorrow that, as a result of today's nonsense, I had no time to study for today. My fault for procrastinating. So I'm cramming tonight and tomorrow morning. Robbespiere, the East India Company, and the Spinning Jenny are all fighting in my brain for the right to be remembered tomorrow. Ugh.
On the bright side, SG Louise really is adorable, is she not? On top of which, the Hellacopters fucking rock. Neither one will fix the dent in my car or help me pass this test, but what are you gonna do?
I'll be there and have seen him solo three other times.
Going with a gang of folks so it should be fun. Good chance I'll be wearing a black "Giants" hat with the orange SF letters on it. Holla if you see me and feel like bullshittin.
Ross
I'll be there and have seen him solo three other times.
Going with a gang of folks so it should be fun. Good chance I'll be wearing a black "Giants" hat with the orange SF letters on it. Holla if you see me and feel like bullshittin.
Ross