| Heh... |
[May. 10th, 2004|01:51 pm] |
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"A real friend isn't someone you use once and then throw away. A real friend is someone you can use over and over again." - Annon. |
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| Envy. |
[May. 3rd, 2004|08:21 am] |
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Go see Envy now. Funniest movie I've seen in years. If Jack Black and Ben Stiller don't do more movies together, it's a travesty! |
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| If dirt were dollars... |
[Apr. 30th, 2004|04:20 pm] |
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| |  cranky | ] |
I really, really wanted to play City of Heroes. It was the one game I was hoping would refresh my faith in MMORPG's after Galaxies became Everquest in Star Wars drag.
But I guess a mortgage, utilities, doctor bills, credit cards, groceries, and a broken truck take priority.
Stupid money. |
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| Whether 'tis nobler to fix the transmission... |
[Apr. 30th, 2004|10:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | frustrated | ] |
It's going to cost me 2 large to fix my truck. I only paid four thousand for the damn thing.
Arrarrraaaghh!
Looks like it's time to start doing a bit of side consulting work. (Which I hate.) |
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| Crappity crap crap crap day. |
[Apr. 28th, 2004|08:03 pm] |
I had an eye doctor's appointment this evening, so I got off work early. Started out to where I thought it was, but I couldn't find the place. I printed out the info from their web page, so the address said it should be right there, but it ain't.
Crap.
OK, I think, I'll just call them, that's what I pay a cell phone bill for, right? But there was no answer. Odd, I think.
I decide it can't be too hard to find, so I keep driving.
Not long later, I start to smell something burning... rubber smell. I figure it'll pass.
Then I see the smoke bellowing out from under my truck.
Oh, hell.
I pull over and stop on the side of the road and get out. As I do, the wind catches my door and slams it shut. I hear the unmistakeable sound of shattering glass. (We had 45-50 MPH wind gusts today.)
Shit.
I now have a broken drivers side window and there's transmission fluid pouring out of my tranny.
I called Triple A, got a tow and walked home. |
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| Ahhhh... that's better. |
[Apr. 27th, 2004|12:54 pm] |
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Ate a sammich.
Feel better.
Staplers and co-workers are safe once again. |
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| 45 minutes until lunch... |
[Apr. 27th, 2004|10:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hungry | ] |
So hungry... Will to live... fading.
Must not eat... stapler. |
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