Merry fucking non-denominational holiday to everyone.
I was enjoying a nice transatlantic-sleepy-time-"Merry Christmas"-conversation with my Alex when some idiot broad got on the phone and kept repeating "Your call cannot be continued". Fuck that bitch. I hope she dies.
I'm all alone for Christmas it seems...how sad. Wait. Do I have to say that I'm all alone for the "holidays"? Why is it that people are so obsessed with political correctness?
In times where our country, our WORLD, is in a state of prepetual chaos (even though; YAY for chaos!), and poverty and SIN (oh, YAY for sin too!), we are worried about weather... Read More
SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF BEING DIFFERENT IF YOU'RE JUST GOING TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!!
I don't know why this is hitting me just now...but I am not a unique snowflake...
FUCK!!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!
*Jumps up and down, onto the ground, kicking and punching, pounding and screaming in fashion of tantrum throwing spoiled brat, then gets back... Read More
But seriously! It's all Im hungry for and I'm NOT going to eat it! After a month of night shift and not having to wear my uniforms, I was almost fucked trying to squeeze into my pants on Monday! They loosened up a bit durning the day, but this is getting ridiculous!
I saw that movie a long, long time ago... must see it again! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think there was an Alice's Restaurant part 2 song, right? Maybe I'm just crazy...
More on landlord bashing... a few years ago, I lived in a building where the landlord's mother lived down stairs (little old Italian lady who spoke no English). She had the entire first floor to herself and a friend, big. It was in the dead of winter on New Year eve and I was without head for something like 2 or 3 days, and it was fucking freezing. Was the landlord anywhere to be found? Nope. Called his home and left countless messages, called his cell phone and left more messages... the little bugger was nowhere to be found. I was coming in from going to the store and my neighbor beside me came out and asked me if my heat was off as well.. I mean she was wearing her coat, hat and mittens in her apartment! Enough was enough... eventhough it was New Year's Eve, I marched downstairs to talk to his freaking mother! She opened the door a crack, saying "Who is? Who is?!" Well, since I didn't (and still don't) know how to say, "your fucking son turned off our fucking heat 3 fucking days ago!" in Italian, I was limited to "Nicky... Where is? Me, no heat! No heat 3 days!". She kept saying, "No Nicky, No Nicky" meaning that her son wasn't there... on top of that, I felt LOTS of heating coming out of that apartment of hers (you know how old people like it hot...). After trying to argue with her for about a minute or 2, I hear in the background, "Mom? Who is it?" And who should come to the door? Nicky. The little fucker was there the whole time! I could've punched his lights out... I told him about how no one in the building had heat, and he was like, "Well why didn't you let me know? I did some work on the heater... I' must have forgotten to turn it back on". Bastard.
I didn't there another year, that's for sure... Sorry for being so long-winded... I hate landlords just as much as you, I think!
Man... who needs 'em! Ok, ONE last slumlord story (a short one, I promise!). One of my best friends back in college had the creepiest, dirty old man as her landlord who was a total letch. He honestly believed that he had the right to "check on" the apartments of his tenants because it was his building. And he did exactly that. She started to notice that her underwear and bras were disappearing... when he was the only other one who had a key. One time, she was taking a shower and he fucking walked into her apartment and into the bathroom!!!! Can you fucking believe it?! He claimed that he knocked and no one answered, and that he had to "check the meters". Right!! And if that wasn't enough, he came to collect the rent and she explained that she'd be a couple days late, and he said that she could pass on the rent that month if she "took care of him". OH MY FUCKING GOD! Needless to say, she paid the rent and that was her last month there... My friend ended up crazy gluing the locks to his apartment (he lived in the building) and his car, and also filled his gas tank with sugar.
Ok, that's the last one... I promise. I tell ya, when I get going...
Damn straight! Show that slumlord who's boss! I don't know how it work in the US, but do you have a lease for x number months? Can you just bugger off and stiff him with the rent? I so hate it when they think that they do whatever the hell they please because you live in their building! Bastards!
Oh man... now I've got Alice's Restaurant in my head! I love that song...
... just walk right in, it's around the back... just a half a mile from the railroad tracks.
"KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?" lol! I love that line!
you is gettin the weeeeiiiirdest looks huh?
but maybe it's for somethin else entirely...
maybe they're just going "whoa.. look at that sexy chicka, esse!"
if they were mexican....
or... "dude, check out that sexy ass chick in the mustang!"
if they were a couple of surfers....
or.... "yo homes, get a load of....
It's amazing the things that you find on the internet.
Go to Google.com
Type in: Miserable Failure
The first thing that comes up is a biography for George W. Bush.
Don't believe me?
Do it. Then you'll know.
I found this letter incredibly and undeniably moving, and in equal measures, disturbing. If you are interested in politics whatsoever, YOU should read this!
*Points at YOU,... Read More
I'm glad that yesterday is finally over. Now to get through today. I fully expect this:
My car will break down.
My boyfriend will dump me.
My cat will die.
I will get fired.
I will somehow end up losing the use of my right arm and left leg.
My house willl burn down.
I will get... Read More
(i'll call you when i get home!)