Daily Archives: December 9, 2002

Well, washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen really helped me cool off.
Anyway, we figured out that Mike forgot to include the discount coupon with the rent, so that’s why we got the notice. Still, it should only be $250 ($200 for the coupon and $50 late fee) instead of $375. So Mike says that he will take care of it tomorrow. I guess I should look at the bright side of this, the last rent payment we have will only be $1250 (my share will only be $725 instead of $925)
Gawd….I really screwed myself with this whole rent thing here. **sigh**
Anyway, I’m glad that I’m calmed down. I just wish that I could talk to Suzanne about it though….
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O.K. The real reason that I am angry is because there was a 3-day notice on our door….Mike’s here….Will Talk later
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AND THIS STUPID TIME THING WITH BLURTY IS PISSING ME OFF. HOW HARD IS IT TO HAVE THE TIME MATCH WITH A USER’S TIME ZONE?!?!?
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So I get off of work and drive home to do the customary parking wait thing. See, I live right next to S.F. State and like the rest of the city, parking is really tight. So what I do is pull to the side of the road with my hazard lights on and wait for somebody to leave. Usually, I get a spot with in the hour, but if I don’t, I quickly go in to change into some sweats and a t-shirt and then goto the gym and work out. Well, an hour passes and nobody leaves, so I go and change and goto the gym, where I find out that there is a party going on and the gym is closed. So I go back and wait for a parking space. Another hour goes by and finally, someone is leaving, but before I can pull up, some bitch in a Subaru comes and takes my spot. I go and tell her that I was waiting for that spot and she says that she followed the girl from school. It was pouring down raining at the time and you couldn’t give the girl a ride to her car. Fucked up bitch. So I had to park all the way at the top of my street and walk all the way back down to my house in the rain.
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Not a bad day of work, but I am dreading going home tonight. Mike was looking so stressed out that I told him that I would wash dishes for him. Unfortunately, there is a mountain of them for me to do. I also have to goto the gym tonight since I have played hookey and have not gone for 2 weeks now. Bad me, I know. Well, at least I cleaned my room last night. That’s a good thing right.
Tomorrow I have a manager’s meeting; wondering if I should go get a haircut afterwards. I really need one, has the Afro is getting out of hand. Actually, all it is (the Afro) is hair follicules that cant escape from the naps and curls. When I wash and comb my hair, there is enough hair for a half-dozen barbie dolls.
O.K. point is that I really need a haircut.
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O.K. Did some paperwork, did some recieving, did some linking, did some goofing off, got stuff for the guys to do tomorrow while I’m at the meeting. I think I’m almost ready to go home.
I really don’t want to wash dishes or goto the gym; I want to take a nap.
Mmmmm…..nap
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A slow and rainy monday afternoon here at work. Target STILL hasn’t called me back yet. **sigh** how long does it take to get the results from a drug test anyway. If they don’t call back by Tues. or Wed. then I think that I will just give up on the working thing and just tighten the belt.
I was browsing through journals and blogs and I came across someone who was using an icon that Suzanne made for a friend of her’s. So I emailed the friend and asked her if she cared if that person was using her icon. I know that alot of people care about that kind of thing, and I guess I can understand. About a year ago, some girl took one of suzanne’s icons and claimed that she made the icon. Suzanne was not happy about it, and eventually everything got cleared up. I gave Suz friend the email address, but not a link to the site. I am so parinoid about anyone from Livejournal finding me here for some stupid reason. I am certifiable, for sure.
Speaking of Suzanne, I’m thinking of asking her to hang out with me for New Years. What do I have to loose right. Don’t know what we would do yet, but as long as they are not like the last two new years, it would be all good. 2001, I split up with her right before Xmas and she came over to drop off a notebook with stuff for me. She had black hair and was looking fucking hot. I spend New Years at the Golden Gate Bridge by myself has everybody around me was kissing their signifigant other and looking at me like I was diseased or something. I finished the night by downing a big ass bottle of champagne. 2002 was even worse, that one I ended up walking 3-5 miles from Suz friend’s house to a Gas station where I took a taxi to the BART station and took the last BART train home. It was def. not one of my better moments. However, 2000 was a very good new years for us, and I think that 1999 was good too. We’ll see.
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test once again
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