if I were in a band, it would have "chaos" in the name
Shit. Fan.
My apologies to my two readers, who today (in my first ever non-work telecon no less) told me that my lack of blog updates is unacceptable. I realize I need to get internet at home. I also am a cheap bastard who just bought a bike she can't afford (oh yes, women can be bastards, we just have to be that much more bastardly).
Life is full tilt and stagnating at the same time these days.
Living alone is taking some adjusting. I've done it before, and I moved in with a roommate partially because I was tired of it. Add that to the list of things I'm pissed at old roomie about. Old roomie is turning into the 800lb gorilla... it's the problem I have to deal with (largely to get my mail and drop off the FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS she says I owe her for electricity, which, because I have some shreds of decency, I am not going to stiff her on, but there is a big ass part of me which is fucking tempted... I get points for thinking about it but not doing it, right? Question being, would it be evil of me to only pay her for the $450 minus half the cost of my move? But I digress. Back to the gorilla) and don't have any desire to. It's become a sort of test for myself... I don't need her in my life and I don't particularly want her there, but if I can find it in myself to get over this and get back to some semblance of a friendship, I've won. I've triumphed. I've beaten myself and I didn't kick the dog in the process.
Bah. People. Be gone, all of ye.
I got a solid 8 days of riding in last week... even started getting into the swing of riding to work (yay environment and HA on you bastards charging $99 for a bus pas or $1.20/L for gas), but then the cold-as-a-witch's-left-titty-and-or-pissing-rain weekend from hell came, and we're right back to 5C and windswept. I went for a slog in the rain last night (felt mighty hardcore, I did), however, and saw some little green budlies, so hopefully in a week or two we'll be sliding headlong into summer and I can forget, for the time being, that November through March even exists.
*insert rant about the bank here*
(You don't need to read it, I'm sure you have your own bank-angst, but suffice it to say I am FUCKING LIVID at the bastards at Royal Bank of Canada, a bank you should never, ever, under any circumstances, sign up for an account with, even if they have your mother hostage. Or offer you a free T-shirt.)
Other things, other things... Not really. Need this cold raininess to go away and the bank to stop being a breeding ground of bitches so I can get my new bike out of hoc and go riding and forget about it all.
Don't let the bastards drag you down.
My apologies to my two readers, who today (in my first ever non-work telecon no less) told me that my lack of blog updates is unacceptable. I realize I need to get internet at home. I also am a cheap bastard who just bought a bike she can't afford (oh yes, women can be bastards, we just have to be that much more bastardly).
Life is full tilt and stagnating at the same time these days.
Living alone is taking some adjusting. I've done it before, and I moved in with a roommate partially because I was tired of it. Add that to the list of things I'm pissed at old roomie about. Old roomie is turning into the 800lb gorilla... it's the problem I have to deal with (largely to get my mail and drop off the FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS she says I owe her for electricity, which, because I have some shreds of decency, I am not going to stiff her on, but there is a big ass part of me which is fucking tempted... I get points for thinking about it but not doing it, right? Question being, would it be evil of me to only pay her for the $450 minus half the cost of my move? But I digress. Back to the gorilla) and don't have any desire to. It's become a sort of test for myself... I don't need her in my life and I don't particularly want her there, but if I can find it in myself to get over this and get back to some semblance of a friendship, I've won. I've triumphed. I've beaten myself and I didn't kick the dog in the process.
Bah. People. Be gone, all of ye.
I got a solid 8 days of riding in last week... even started getting into the swing of riding to work (yay environment and HA on you bastards charging $99 for a bus pas or $1.20/L for gas), but then the cold-as-a-witch's-left-titty-and-or-pissing-rain weekend from hell came, and we're right back to 5C and windswept. I went for a slog in the rain last night (felt mighty hardcore, I did), however, and saw some little green budlies, so hopefully in a week or two we'll be sliding headlong into summer and I can forget, for the time being, that November through March even exists.
*insert rant about the bank here*
(You don't need to read it, I'm sure you have your own bank-angst, but suffice it to say I am FUCKING LIVID at the bastards at Royal Bank of Canada, a bank you should never, ever, under any circumstances, sign up for an account with, even if they have your mother hostage. Or offer you a free T-shirt.)
Other things, other things... Not really. Need this cold raininess to go away and the bank to stop being a breeding ground of bitches so I can get my new bike out of hoc and go riding and forget about it all.
Don't let the bastards drag you down.
posted by M at 7:16 PM
3 Comments:
M, ever told you I love you sens of humour so very mordant? lol!
As for the gal who kicked you out without notice, I'd say don't give her the money but had i been inyour place, i'd have thought so too and ended up giving it, for decency sake and because I wouldn't want to give her any reason to bitch about me the way I can about her with good reason!!!
Fitèna
ya wish we could go out for beers and co-miserate about the bastards.
I agree BAH, people! down with em!
and I read yer flipping blog and I am feelin too it's unacceptable, this lack of updating. want more driving through compton sin pantalones. i just about split a rib.
RBC can't be as bad as Wachovia. Wachovia sits on a throne of LIES.
And for some reason we have RBC here. *Royal* bank of Canada? What is this? Didn't we fight a war?
-Suley
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