Worst day since last I saw Susan.
Damn did I have the worst fucking day yesterday. Everything I tried to do was fucked some way or another.
I wanted to get up early to go do my taxes. Spoke to jimbo friday night about taking the car first thing in the morning. Deal. Get up at like 7:30 to be there by 9 when they open. no sign of jimbo, no sign of car. Hop on the bus. Get there at quarter after ten/ten thirty. Okay, gonna be about an hours wait. Fuck. Alright. Got buddy to hook up my T4's and shit. Getting 2800 back. Bitchin, sounds like it'll be a good day now. Wrong. Get him to direct deposit it into my account. cool. Go to pay the front desk bitch for the services, forgot me debit card. FUCK! So gotsta call on the MP for a little help. he arrives and all is settled.
Go to BP's to pick up my one and only checque from them and take it to cash it. Said goodbye to the folks in the kitchen and off I go. Blatantly flirt with the girl working at money mart ( didn't want to go to deposti it into the bank machine cuz they'd hold it for a few days). So anyways. Put a smile on her face and off I go again.
Get home and message leslie (she hates talking on the phone so text it is) and see if she wants to go for dinner or something of the sort. Midterms next week. Too busy studying. ---Which I decide to believe is the truth, and not that I just got shot down.---
Got a call from Brownmagic (Fernando) on friday talking about a firebrands jam goin on at Quinns place and they want me to join them. Sweet....still waiting on the car from jimbo, and the call from Brownmagic to get that shit rolling (amp and guitar packed and ready to go). No call by one. So I phone Fernando to get the skinny on the what's shakin. No answer. aight. Call Jimbo (Again) and see if I can get an ETA on the vehicle. no answer. fuck!. Get word from quinn (or possibly chuck) That fernando phoned them and called no practice. Though not me. Oh well. sometimes shit happens.
Sitting on msn tryna find some plans of something rad to do. Get a message from Louise about some guy playing at naked on jasper. sounds hinky to begin with so I ask for a sample. Get sent to dudes myspace page. Not really diggin it. Very nirvana unplugged without the rest of the band and with a bit more direct meaning instead of Kurt Gobangs usual metaphores. Make a lame joke along these lines to Lulu in hope of laughter at the lameness of the joke instead of the joke itself. SNAP! "That's lame" *that was the point :$* "goodbye joe" *offline*... 0_o riiiiiiight. A wee bit defensive abut her music she may be. I still don't see the big insult but whatever.
Getting a craving, need caffeine. Grab the binoculars and peep jimbos place. Car is there. SCORE!! Call him, no answer. Leave message on his phone that I'm taking the car (which he said I could use for saturday). Call cell just in case. Leave same message except it starts "I dunno if you checked your machine at the house but..." Hop in car. go get 95% caffeine coffee. Off to Quinns.
Chillin with the boys (BagODicksMike included). finally havin some fun and good hang outs. Get the pissed off call from jimbo. Threatens to cab over and fuck of with car. DEFLECTED. Threatens to rekey the car (which is still ma's car) and not give me a key. DEFLECTED (by reminding him of who's car it is, and if she gets a key, She'll give me one to cut). He finally concedes. "Fuck it. take the car. Have a good guilt trip" *click* hangs up. Childish. So go back to having fun. Get a call from mom about it. He actually cried to mommy about it. HA! Aight. back to hanging out. get another call from him. " I need the car. I know it's gonna be all whiny whiny bitch bitch all night and all week at work so I say fuck it. I have now given up on doing anything successfully today. Take the bitch. But I'ma stop on the way home.
Leave. Pick up the Trailer park boys move (which I still hadn't seen) and head home. Give captian bitchy a call that the car is back and head on in. Grab a set of nailclippers (slosest metal thing at hand) and try to use the file to open the plastic wrap. Nailclippers literally fall apart in my hand. Not like snap, crack, ptwing *flying shards of metal* kinda fall apart. But just every piece seperating from each other for no real reason. ........ alright. Put the dvd down, drop the 5 nailclipper pieces I'm still holding in the garbage. and sit down on me bed. Take 5 man, that a bit of a what the fuck, so just take a break and don't worry about it.
Smoke break. Hop on MSN whilst smoking break. Get talked to by nicky. No I don't want to go to new city, I've given up on the day/night. Waiting for sunday to attempt anything. Use the I would but you wont put out joke. And she don't find it HAHA. oh boy. Another woman I've pissed off over msn with a lil joke. Finish said smoke break, and return to opening DVD.
Use actual cutting blade knife this time. Insert DVD into xbox for watchingness. Half way through previews xbox dies...... Really are you fucking kidding me? Ten minutes later able to remove dvd without taking mallet/crowbar to xbox. dig actual dvd player out of closet, hook up, watch. SUCCESS!!!
These were just the major parts that fucked up. There were many small annoyances all through the day.
Worst day since the last time I saw Susan. And that was a scary painful painful day.
And the best part. I just a few minutes ago checked my account. Still no tax return deposited. RAD!
I wanted to get up early to go do my taxes. Spoke to jimbo friday night about taking the car first thing in the morning. Deal. Get up at like 7:30 to be there by 9 when they open. no sign of jimbo, no sign of car. Hop on the bus. Get there at quarter after ten/ten thirty. Okay, gonna be about an hours wait. Fuck. Alright. Got buddy to hook up my T4's and shit. Getting 2800 back. Bitchin, sounds like it'll be a good day now. Wrong. Get him to direct deposit it into my account. cool. Go to pay the front desk bitch for the services, forgot me debit card. FUCK! So gotsta call on the MP for a little help. he arrives and all is settled.
Go to BP's to pick up my one and only checque from them and take it to cash it. Said goodbye to the folks in the kitchen and off I go. Blatantly flirt with the girl working at money mart ( didn't want to go to deposti it into the bank machine cuz they'd hold it for a few days). So anyways. Put a smile on her face and off I go again.
Get home and message leslie (she hates talking on the phone so text it is) and see if she wants to go for dinner or something of the sort. Midterms next week. Too busy studying. ---Which I decide to believe is the truth, and not that I just got shot down.---
Got a call from Brownmagic (Fernando) on friday talking about a firebrands jam goin on at Quinns place and they want me to join them. Sweet....still waiting on the car from jimbo, and the call from Brownmagic to get that shit rolling (amp and guitar packed and ready to go). No call by one. So I phone Fernando to get the skinny on the what's shakin. No answer. aight. Call Jimbo (Again) and see if I can get an ETA on the vehicle. no answer. fuck!. Get word from quinn (or possibly chuck) That fernando phoned them and called no practice. Though not me. Oh well. sometimes shit happens.
Sitting on msn tryna find some plans of something rad to do. Get a message from Louise about some guy playing at naked on jasper. sounds hinky to begin with so I ask for a sample. Get sent to dudes myspace page. Not really diggin it. Very nirvana unplugged without the rest of the band and with a bit more direct meaning instead of Kurt Gobangs usual metaphores. Make a lame joke along these lines to Lulu in hope of laughter at the lameness of the joke instead of the joke itself. SNAP! "That's lame" *that was the point :$* "goodbye joe" *offline*... 0_o riiiiiiight. A wee bit defensive abut her music she may be. I still don't see the big insult but whatever.
Getting a craving, need caffeine. Grab the binoculars and peep jimbos place. Car is there. SCORE!! Call him, no answer. Leave message on his phone that I'm taking the car (which he said I could use for saturday). Call cell just in case. Leave same message except it starts "I dunno if you checked your machine at the house but..." Hop in car. go get 95% caffeine coffee. Off to Quinns.
Chillin with the boys (BagODicksMike included). finally havin some fun and good hang outs. Get the pissed off call from jimbo. Threatens to cab over and fuck of with car. DEFLECTED. Threatens to rekey the car (which is still ma's car) and not give me a key. DEFLECTED (by reminding him of who's car it is, and if she gets a key, She'll give me one to cut). He finally concedes. "Fuck it. take the car. Have a good guilt trip" *click* hangs up. Childish. So go back to having fun. Get a call from mom about it. He actually cried to mommy about it. HA! Aight. back to hanging out. get another call from him. " I need the car. I know it's gonna be all whiny whiny bitch bitch all night and all week at work so I say fuck it. I have now given up on doing anything successfully today. Take the bitch. But I'ma stop on the way home.
Leave. Pick up the Trailer park boys move (which I still hadn't seen) and head home. Give captian bitchy a call that the car is back and head on in. Grab a set of nailclippers (slosest metal thing at hand) and try to use the file to open the plastic wrap. Nailclippers literally fall apart in my hand. Not like snap, crack, ptwing *flying shards of metal* kinda fall apart. But just every piece seperating from each other for no real reason. ........ alright. Put the dvd down, drop the 5 nailclipper pieces I'm still holding in the garbage. and sit down on me bed. Take 5 man, that a bit of a what the fuck, so just take a break and don't worry about it.
Smoke break. Hop on MSN whilst smoking break. Get talked to by nicky. No I don't want to go to new city, I've given up on the day/night. Waiting for sunday to attempt anything. Use the I would but you wont put out joke. And she don't find it HAHA. oh boy. Another woman I've pissed off over msn with a lil joke. Finish said smoke break, and return to opening DVD.
Use actual cutting blade knife this time. Insert DVD into xbox for watchingness. Half way through previews xbox dies...... Really are you fucking kidding me? Ten minutes later able to remove dvd without taking mallet/crowbar to xbox. dig actual dvd player out of closet, hook up, watch. SUCCESS!!!
These were just the major parts that fucked up. There were many small annoyances all through the day.
Worst day since the last time I saw Susan. And that was a scary painful painful day.
And the best part. I just a few minutes ago checked my account. Still no tax return deposited. RAD!