Screw you......
....and the mother-FUCKING white horse. Did I mention the one you rode in on?????!
Ok...
Soooooooo, given the title, yas knows that this post will focus primarily on life's strife and bitter short-comings.Oh, but that's so par for the course for me. Yup.Ayyup.I knowIknowIknow. I've been TOO long gone and for that I offer up my sincerest- sincerest regrets regarding my significantly lengthy absence. You kook's(snicker) have been TREMENDOUSLY- missed; thought upon. And ever-so-often.(Suuuuurrrrre, you say.)
With that aside, I should probably throw in that my belatedness in reporting my mishaps cannot be likened to an uninspiredness to communicate versus el-Jay. Assssss a matter of fact, QUITE the opposite. I guess one could say my attentions-AHEM- have been pleasantly averted. 'N obvously I've no objections nor complaints to that reality. *winks mysteriously* For the record, I've no intentions to leave the above innuendo as a mere source of wonderment. Rather, my dearlings, I find it best saved for an entry entirely all it's own.;)
Since it's been looooong since I've expelled my thoughts on-screen, bear with my rustyfied wordiness and roundabout ramblings. Oh, and for what it's worth, don't expect fireworks. Those are ever-present in the bedroom, at least LATELY. (Rowr!)
Now. I have bad news and CRAZY-bad news. Which first??!
How'n aboat we start with my latest collision with sore luck?/bad kharma?/ rotten circumstances?! Weellllllll,first off, besides being without steady income, contending with a slight, but stubborn upper-respiratory infection, I was unable to re-enroll in fall classes at Calhoun. (And I thought LAST summer was a DOOZEY!) Nooooooo. Really though, before you comment with, "It's not the end of the world, TRUST me it isn't. There'll always next go 'round," just bear in mind that I was-as of July 24th-23 year's-of-age and by now
should have attained that Bachelor's at LEAST. And naught is it problematic nor impossible....'m still relatively young and vibrant. Or I'd like to THINK that I am.
I fear that my day has come and gone-I missed my mark;blew my ride. Realistically, I'm the only dame to blame for my fuck-up predelection. Noticably, as I've advanced in age, I've foolishly stuck things on a dusty cob-webb infested shelf to be forgotten until it may as well be too late when it t'was re-discovered. Took me four days and a fucking eternity to claim that one as one of my own inadvertant tendencies. Regardless of my shitty decisions, I thought I'd give it another whirl. Anything. Everything.
Although I was skeptical that my father could be reckoned with after the rainbow of disappointments I've heaped onto his balding head, I was amazinglyl pleased when I asked my father and he was in agreement to contribute to my college- fund- completion. I didn't expect it and I wouldn't have harbored any animosity towards him if he would have declined my proposition. N-E- way, in order to lighten the load, I grabbed a FAFSA pamplet in high hopes that we'd be elligable for SOME sort of financial assistance. When I told financial aid that I lived alone, they informed me that I may live independently of my father, but due to my age(tax-wise), I am still considered a dependent. In other words, they'd need to review both his and my tax returns. In conclusion, b/c of what he draws in yearly, we wouldn't qualify for squat. So fuck a fuckity duckling.
Anyhow, the tuition fee deadline rolls around and upon telling him what is owed for the 3 courses, he flips a scrip and bows out with not even so much as a smidgen of a chance in which to sway him that it was NOT in my best interest to fall even FURTHER behind. None whatsoever.I was like," DRAT!" So the only remaining option left was for me to let the classes blow away like a frayed ribbon caught up in a swift windstorm.
How disheartening is that. Alongside of school, the tentative plan was that I acquire part time work to pick up the slack. Odd, but inevitable turn of events. And here I thought I had everything in neat, work-able compartments. That I had NEARLY ironed out the kinks and was well on my way to success. Shit. Ah, well. Let-downs abound, I suppose.
And I was soon to uncover that not only are there follow-ups, they do indeed echo one another in intensity.
Second thing: This being the CRAAAAZZZZY- bad stroke of misfortune and the more recent of the baffling blunders, btw. So here we gooooo. Last Saturday night I discovered that I was a victim of common thievery. Beware, HuntsVegas residents!
Basically, this is what it is. Two? weeks back I decided to introduce my bass to whatever aspiring muscian I happened across, with every intention of walking away some $100-$150 richer. At the VERY last resort, I'd pawn the fucker wherever I was given an acceptable appraisal. So into the trunk the hefty 4-string went, atop a duffle bag and lone cracked hubcap. The only other occupants in the enclosed space, might I add.
Should my memory serve me well, Saturday night was the first time in a week or more that I'd seen the need to access anything at all from the trunk .When I went to retrieve my duffle bag from there, immediately I noticed something amiss. After the bewilderment subsided, it dawned on me. I damn mother-fucking near strained my neck doing a double-take. My beloved guitar, MY beginner's bass, the one I'd learned cover tunes and chords on........S-T-O-L-E-N! Gone. Without a trace.Um-hm.
Instinctively, I double-checked the car's interior and the inside of my house in the event that I had absent-midedly stuck it elsewhere. Which was redundent; I KNEW (unmistakenly) that it hadn't moved from where it lain. I then proceeded to retrace my route. It certainly is uncharacteristic for me to leave my car unlocked/unattended ANYWHERE. Even if it's a quick zip in and out of a convenient store.
How-EVER.....
I SPECIFICALLY remember that on Wednesday night the car sat for a 2-3 hour period(keys in ignition)....unlocked.....unfuckingattended. So it was definitely swiped on the premises of my suitor's residence, where my faded green car sat while we were out. Way to go, BaT.
What, by all that's holy, was I thinking?!I confess.I had been asked by my main squeeze to assist him on a photoshoot at CLub OZ since he's mentoring me(from time to time) in photography. So you see where my head's been. Swept away in the throes of passion and romanticism.In other words, I'm stupidly love-infested.
So I shouldn't be TOO shocked at my carelessness.
Furthermore, I've taken appropriate measures to nail the fucker's balls to the wall. (If I should be so forward as to deem his gender as being male.) Earlier tonight I filed an incident report since I didn't wanna spend my afternoon aimlessly scouting the Pawns. Tedious and time-consuming, yet I'll nary leave a stone unturned.
Dare I leave the suspects to remain anonymous?! I should.I have my suspicions that it was my date's pill-poppin', weed-junkie, alcholic neighbor from across the street. He slithered over before we left to photograph the band-as he generally does-....ever-annoying....ever-intoxicated...grr. Personally, I wouldn't classify him as particularly trustworty. The guy doesn't weigh 80lbs soaking wet, so if it's him he's gonna be in bits and motherfucking pieces 'time I get finished with his seedy ass.
I will keep the other suspect's identity concealed. Less'n of course it was a random stranger from off the streets. But that's neither here nor there...
'N I'm seriously fucked if the person sold the bass directly to an individual. If that's the case, I may as well surrender the wild goose chase here and now. For all I know, some buck-toothed, inbred -typein an unknown back-woods town is picking my GEE-tar on a platform at a tent-revival. *shudders disgustedly*
DO....YOU....HAVE....ANY....IDEA.....HOW....MANY.....WAYS....I.....COULD......HAVE.....MADE......CONSTRUCTIVE.....USE.....OF.....THE.....$$$$$$.....I.....OBTAINED.....FROM.....SELLING.....THAT....BASS?????!!!
I'll tell you. My trip to L.A. in September to see tequilalove, for starters. Well, I can always take along my VISA if I exercise willpower and don't over-spend. Which, coincidently, I thought had been misplaced or stolen yesterday.Then something quickened my memory and I phoned TGI Fridays, where I had spent the previous night raiding the bar. I thanked my lucky stars(what are they??) that the bar staff wasn't as slimy as that parasidic,dickless sack of shit that ripped off my 4-string.
Nothing would give me more satisfaction then seeing that fucker cuffed and thrown into the back of a patrol car. But I'll leave vengeanance to the kharma-entity. Today I collided into a older model VOLVO. When I climbed out of my car to offer my insurance to the couple I'd hit, they blew it off. MUCH to my relief. So all I'm thinking is that I don't need to be unreasonable when I've been unjustly wronged. Those people could have went-off. Instead, they simply smiled and shrugged it off. I thought I'd melt in relief onto the pavement.
Life can be bothersome. That's why I SOOOOO didn't need to swear off drinking so non-chalantly, even if it was for the one I'm smitten with. What IS wrong with me????!
Shucks.
BaT
Ok...
Soooooooo, given the title, yas knows that this post will focus primarily on life's strife and bitter short-comings.Oh, but that's so par for the course for me. Yup.Ayyup.I knowIknowIknow. I've been TOO long gone and for that I offer up my sincerest- sincerest regrets regarding my significantly lengthy absence. You kook's(snicker) have been TREMENDOUSLY- missed; thought upon. And ever-so-often.(Suuuuurrrrre, you say.)
With that aside, I should probably throw in that my belatedness in reporting my mishaps cannot be likened to an uninspiredness to communicate versus el-Jay. Assssss a matter of fact, QUITE the opposite. I guess one could say my attentions-AHEM- have been pleasantly averted. 'N obvously I've no objections nor complaints to that reality. *winks mysteriously* For the record, I've no intentions to leave the above innuendo as a mere source of wonderment. Rather, my dearlings, I find it best saved for an entry entirely all it's own.;)
Since it's been looooong since I've expelled my thoughts on-screen, bear with my rustyfied wordiness and roundabout ramblings. Oh, and for what it's worth, don't expect fireworks. Those are ever-present in the bedroom, at least LATELY. (Rowr!)
Now. I have bad news and CRAZY-bad news. Which first??!
How'n aboat we start with my latest collision with sore luck?/bad kharma?/ rotten circumstances?! Weellllllll,first off, besides being without steady income, contending with a slight, but stubborn upper-respiratory infection, I was unable to re-enroll in fall classes at Calhoun. (And I thought LAST summer was a DOOZEY!) Nooooooo. Really though, before you comment with, "It's not the end of the world, TRUST me it isn't. There'll always next go 'round," just bear in mind that I was-as of July 24th-23 year's-of-age and by now
should have attained that Bachelor's at LEAST. And naught is it problematic nor impossible....'m still relatively young and vibrant. Or I'd like to THINK that I am.
I fear that my day has come and gone-I missed my mark;blew my ride. Realistically, I'm the only dame to blame for my fuck-up predelection. Noticably, as I've advanced in age, I've foolishly stuck things on a dusty cob-webb infested shelf to be forgotten until it may as well be too late when it t'was re-discovered. Took me four days and a fucking eternity to claim that one as one of my own inadvertant tendencies. Regardless of my shitty decisions, I thought I'd give it another whirl. Anything. Everything.
Although I was skeptical that my father could be reckoned with after the rainbow of disappointments I've heaped onto his balding head, I was amazinglyl pleased when I asked my father and he was in agreement to contribute to my college- fund- completion. I didn't expect it and I wouldn't have harbored any animosity towards him if he would have declined my proposition. N-E- way, in order to lighten the load, I grabbed a FAFSA pamplet in high hopes that we'd be elligable for SOME sort of financial assistance. When I told financial aid that I lived alone, they informed me that I may live independently of my father, but due to my age(tax-wise), I am still considered a dependent. In other words, they'd need to review both his and my tax returns. In conclusion, b/c of what he draws in yearly, we wouldn't qualify for squat. So fuck a fuckity duckling.
Anyhow, the tuition fee deadline rolls around and upon telling him what is owed for the 3 courses, he flips a scrip and bows out with not even so much as a smidgen of a chance in which to sway him that it was NOT in my best interest to fall even FURTHER behind. None whatsoever.I was like," DRAT!" So the only remaining option left was for me to let the classes blow away like a frayed ribbon caught up in a swift windstorm.
How disheartening is that. Alongside of school, the tentative plan was that I acquire part time work to pick up the slack. Odd, but inevitable turn of events. And here I thought I had everything in neat, work-able compartments. That I had NEARLY ironed out the kinks and was well on my way to success. Shit. Ah, well. Let-downs abound, I suppose.
And I was soon to uncover that not only are there follow-ups, they do indeed echo one another in intensity.
Second thing: This being the CRAAAAZZZZY- bad stroke of misfortune and the more recent of the baffling blunders, btw. So here we gooooo. Last Saturday night I discovered that I was a victim of common thievery. Beware, HuntsVegas residents!
Basically, this is what it is. Two? weeks back I decided to introduce my bass to whatever aspiring muscian I happened across, with every intention of walking away some $100-$150 richer. At the VERY last resort, I'd pawn the fucker wherever I was given an acceptable appraisal. So into the trunk the hefty 4-string went, atop a duffle bag and lone cracked hubcap. The only other occupants in the enclosed space, might I add.
Should my memory serve me well, Saturday night was the first time in a week or more that I'd seen the need to access anything at all from the trunk .When I went to retrieve my duffle bag from there, immediately I noticed something amiss. After the bewilderment subsided, it dawned on me. I damn mother-fucking near strained my neck doing a double-take. My beloved guitar, MY beginner's bass, the one I'd learned cover tunes and chords on........S-T-O-L-E-N! Gone. Without a trace.Um-hm.
Instinctively, I double-checked the car's interior and the inside of my house in the event that I had absent-midedly stuck it elsewhere. Which was redundent; I KNEW (unmistakenly) that it hadn't moved from where it lain. I then proceeded to retrace my route. It certainly is uncharacteristic for me to leave my car unlocked/unattended ANYWHERE. Even if it's a quick zip in and out of a convenient store.
How-EVER.....
I SPECIFICALLY remember that on Wednesday night the car sat for a 2-3 hour period(keys in ignition)....unlocked.....unfuckingattended. So it was definitely swiped on the premises of my suitor's residence, where my faded green car sat while we were out. Way to go, BaT.
What, by all that's holy, was I thinking?!I confess.I had been asked by my main squeeze to assist him on a photoshoot at CLub OZ since he's mentoring me(from time to time) in photography. So you see where my head's been. Swept away in the throes of passion and romanticism.In other words, I'm stupidly love-infested.
So I shouldn't be TOO shocked at my carelessness.
Furthermore, I've taken appropriate measures to nail the fucker's balls to the wall. (If I should be so forward as to deem his gender as being male.) Earlier tonight I filed an incident report since I didn't wanna spend my afternoon aimlessly scouting the Pawns. Tedious and time-consuming, yet I'll nary leave a stone unturned.
Dare I leave the suspects to remain anonymous?! I should.I have my suspicions that it was my date's pill-poppin', weed-junkie, alcholic neighbor from across the street. He slithered over before we left to photograph the band-as he generally does-....ever-annoying....ever-intoxicated...grr. Personally, I wouldn't classify him as particularly trustworty. The guy doesn't weigh 80lbs soaking wet, so if it's him he's gonna be in bits and motherfucking pieces 'time I get finished with his seedy ass.
I will keep the other suspect's identity concealed. Less'n of course it was a random stranger from off the streets. But that's neither here nor there...
'N I'm seriously fucked if the person sold the bass directly to an individual. If that's the case, I may as well surrender the wild goose chase here and now. For all I know, some buck-toothed, inbred -typein an unknown back-woods town is picking my GEE-tar on a platform at a tent-revival. *shudders disgustedly*
DO....YOU....HAVE....ANY....IDEA.....HOW....MANY.....WAYS....I.....COULD......HAVE.....MADE......CONSTRUCTIVE.....USE.....OF.....THE.....$$$$$$.....I.....OBTAINED.....FROM.....SELLING.....THAT....BASS?????!!!
I'll tell you. My trip to L.A. in September to see tequilalove, for starters. Well, I can always take along my VISA if I exercise willpower and don't over-spend. Which, coincidently, I thought had been misplaced or stolen yesterday.Then something quickened my memory and I phoned TGI Fridays, where I had spent the previous night raiding the bar. I thanked my lucky stars(what are they??) that the bar staff wasn't as slimy as that parasidic,dickless sack of shit that ripped off my 4-string.
Nothing would give me more satisfaction then seeing that fucker cuffed and thrown into the back of a patrol car. But I'll leave vengeanance to the kharma-entity. Today I collided into a older model VOLVO. When I climbed out of my car to offer my insurance to the couple I'd hit, they blew it off. MUCH to my relief. So all I'm thinking is that I don't need to be unreasonable when I've been unjustly wronged. Those people could have went-off. Instead, they simply smiled and shrugged it off. I thought I'd melt in relief onto the pavement.
Life can be bothersome. That's why I SOOOOO didn't need to swear off drinking so non-chalantly, even if it was for the one I'm smitten with. What IS wrong with me????!
Shucks.
BaT