Month: October 2007

And I said, “Hold everything right fucking there…”~~~

~ Bon Steele ~ 16 Comments

Its that time of the year again. When the AC unit for this part of the world gets switched on, and we go from waking up to 75 degree mornings to shivering awake to 60 degree dawns.

BRRRR.

The drive to work was especially chilly because I *still* have no glass in my passenger door. You know why? Because they want about 300$ to replace the fucking thing. Plus, no one has it in stock. So, to the dealership they must go to order it. Or directly from the SafetyGlassDudes(tm). After rent, bills, car payment, et al, I will have *exactly* 100$ left to purchase glass with. Guess what’s going to have to wait?

*whaps head against wall*

Albeit, its not MY head that I want to pound into a thick, red paste. Oh, no. Its the idjits who thought that the makeup bag was totally worth causing me this aggravation. *eye roll* If I could, I would setup my vehicle so that anytime the glass was broken violently inward, there would be a Taser effect to everyone outside the car, in about a five foot radius. A Taser strong enough to stop an elephant in its tracks*. Come out to the car and find thieves and glass lying about in scattered profusion. Yay! Kick thieves, call cops, do a little dance, kick thieves some more.

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There are new things on the horizon. I am afraid to speak of them for fear of jinxing any outcome. After the aggravation for the past half-year, do you blame me?

But, gods willing and the crick don’t rise, we will be seeing a change in Mare’s outlook. *crosses fingers* A positive change. With much less angry diatribes and much more …

Neh, who am I kidding? Even content and happy, fools** still will piss me off.

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~~~ – Today’s icon brought to you by Spider and the need to kill.
* – trumpeting “don’t Tase me, dude! Don’t Tase me!”
** – Austin drivers, irresponsible people, the “parents” who are parents only in the biological sense, teachers who forget that they are there to do more than just draw a paycheck, fucktards who smash car windows, etc. etc. etc.

~ Bon Steele ~ 7 Comments

Dear fucktards who busted in my side window last night,

Did you enjoy the bottle of Excedrin and the mascara? What about the pressed powder? Because that is all you got. You left anything else of value in the car. So basically, you’ve caused me about Xxx My Deductible xxX$ worth of glass damage so that you could have about fifteen dollars worth of makeup.
I hope that your balls swell up and pop like bad tires on a hot day in the desert, you worthless sacks of scum.

DiaF and absolutely no love whatsoever,

~Mare

had any good chucks, lately?

~ Bon Steele ~ 4 Comments

Yesterday was probably the saddest I’ve been since the whole BF-stuck-in-another-state thing started. Combined with the Debacle of the Raise (mine own company), it just crushed the life out of me. Everything was gray, sad, nothing right, etc.

I am not nearly as sad as I was yesterday and then last night. I feel the echoes of that grief in my body this morning, though. After a night of weeping and then a long sleep, today looks better. I’m not precisely happy, mind. Just sort of hollowed out.

More coffee would definitely help, though.

 

 

PS….I has new icons. Go look. Some are pretty chuckalicious.