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Oct 18, 2006 17:20

Tired. Long week. Bad mood. Need to gripe a bit, feel free to ignore.

Dear Star Wars Insider,
I want my magazine. I can't believe it took you three days to tell me that "our records indicate your subscription expired in July/August 2006." Also, WTF? Logging into the site, I see "your subscription is good through July 9, 2007", and I can still see the members-only content. Sent you a polite email reply just now, but just so we're clear? What I really meant was "You are smoking crack."

Not much love at this time, (and I still want my damn magazine)
Me

Dear local news,
Do you really have to be so stupid all the time? Learn to pronounce the big words correctly, and do try to remember that the county fair is not the biggest news on the whole planet. For some reason it bugs me when you lead with the fair crap, and how you're broadcasting from there (yay, you) and then go on to the minor stuff like the drive-by shootings and such. Morons...

No love.
Me.

Dear keyboard,
Damnit, I was just popping off your keys to clean you, did one of them really have to break? And I think it's really broken this time, those little plastic bits aren't supposed to snap off the keyboard under the keys, are they? Fuck...

Not sure what I'm gonna do about this one,
Me.

Depression,
Yeah, no dear for you. I don't have time for you right now, I have too much work to do. Go the fuck away. I am working on you in my (ha, ha) spare time, but you're not the center of attention. Get over it. And did I mention the "fuck off" part? If I can't get this pile of homework done by Friday, I know who to blame.
Bite me.
Chris

Okay. I sort of feel better now. Time to go start digging into the homework, whee...

rants, computer, my craptastic life, depression, local

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