I'M A SON OF A SON OF A BITCH.
So, Buffalo as been windy as fuck today. My (somewhat) new storm door damn-near blew off it's hinges. GAH! I hate this shit- it's almost 50 Fahrenheit today, mind you the "normal" should be more like 30 Fahrenheit. So, on a great temperature day the wind blows so God-awfully bad that you can't even stand outside. This shit gets old, and I can't understand how someone can love weather like this.
I've been unusually aggravated lately- work has been moderate, although Saturday was just busy. We had 'hard' customer after 'hard' customer and it made everything slow. Some cunt came in, had her navel pierced for under a month and had removed it a week ago. She was bent out of shape when I alerted her that it may not go back in and would charge her to attempt re-insertion- THREE FUCKING DOLLARS?!? I know cash can be tight, but for fuck-sakes, cut down on cigarettes for a day... cut out one Starbucks coffee..
There's also a local practitioner, and while I am friends with a lot of people who perform extreme modifications, I can not get behind those practitioners offering these modifications to the general public via advertisements. This industry (extreme mods) was always a word-of mouth industry, and never relied on advertising these services. Doing so is not only careless but in essence you are advertising a crime. If you don't have enough clients getting these mods- WAIT! Don't constantly advertise that you cut people for crissakes. I don't know, this is just a peeve of mine. There was a time when I enjoyed doing these mods, but I own a home now and can't afford to lose it because I cut someone illegally and they sued me. People need to fucking wise-up and keep these practices underground and word-of-mouth.
It's 1:15 and I am still in bed. I ate breakfast, did some pull/chin-ups and here I am still... with my cat... being lazy... GOD, I need some motivation. That's what sucks about the Winter's here- it's so hard to be motivated when you will freeze your balls off (or worse) can not go outside in fear of blowing away.