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[Oct. 28th, 2010|06:24 am] |
Well, that was a lovely nightmare, wasn't it? Thankfully my loved ones came through it pretty much unscathed. I'm fucking glad for that -- not everybody we know was so lucky.
It made me realize something, though. I need to spend more time with my family. As a family. Need to see if Rita wants to have Anna come over for dinner sometime in the next few days. And then maybe I'll take a couple days off, do a vacation kind of thing. Except unless Rita wants to go somewhere, we'll probably just stay at home. I refuse to call it a "staycation" though. I hate that fucking word. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2010|09:29 pm] |
It's been days and still I feel like I've been run over by a fucking Mack truck.
Madsen, you are motherfucking insane, that's all I have to say about that.
Okay, I lie. "All I have to say" also includes the fact that I've been hobbling around work like a hobbling thing for the past... week? How long has it been? I've stopped thinking. But whatever, yeah. Hobbling around with a severely sprained ankle when you work in a video store really isn't the funnest thing ever. Poor Heather keeps looking at me like I'm going to fall flat on my face... which isn't all that unlikely.
Rita keeps giving me the disapproving face every time I mention working. She keeps telling me I should've taken some time off work and gone to the doctor. I can't afford to, though. I need the money -- did enough freeloading off her to last a lifetime, thank you -- and I don't have health insurance. As is that bill for when I went in to find out that yes it was indeed a sprained ankle is going to be eating at me for a good while. And the painkillers were expensive, too.
But at least they're fun, dammit. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2010|08:39 pm] |
HOLY FUCKING SHIT I DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN.
EVER.
Being in that nightmare of a town just ONCE was enough. As if it hadn't already gotten ruined as my special place enough already, now I get the oh so fun nightmares.
I'm going to go jack myself up on energy drinks so I don't feel the urge to sleep tonight. Who's with me? |
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[Feb. 20th, 2010|11:46 am] |
Nothing in life is quite as awesome as getting to deal with people who don't think they should have to pay their fines. Like the guy I just had to deal with who had a $130 fine. There was lots of screaming and shouting (on his end, throwing of a box of candy (also on his end), and a threat to call our very fine police force (on mine). Because seriously, assaulting me with a box of candy? It wasn't even the good stuff!
Took ten minutes of arguing before he finally paid up. With much grumbling about how now he was broke. Tough shit, dude. Speaking as someone who was practically broke and mooching off his girlfriend for months before he actually got a job... if you don't wanna risk the money, don't do stupid shit like not return your movies for I don't even know how long it was!
And speaking of the girlfriend, I need to start planning that date I bought for charity. Was going to do it a couple weeks ago, but then the plague came and really, trying not to die kind of overwhelms you and it's all you can think about. Though technically I'm already dead... I think... which would explain why I didn't actually die, just kind of coughed up blood and lost a lot of skin but barely scarred.
Huh. Food for thought. |
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