about 20 fax calls today. every four minutes for an hour in the morning, then once an hour after that. ate the whole entire answering machine’s memory completely up. niiiiice.
L, if you don’t change that fooken phone number soon, i’m not paying the bill. there’s no reason i should have to pay to be annoyed like that. zero reason whatsoever. i mean it. this. must. stop.
(i miss you, baby!)
need new car battery for her, or possibly an alternator. like SOON. we aren’t going to have quite enough $$$ to pay the bills, since they all fall in a 3-day period at the beginning of the month.
Uncle Kent leaves tomorrow morning. too bad he and L didn’t get to meet. he’s tremendously entertaining, and a bit of a new ager (except with NYC grit in place of wishy-washy shmubbiness – a real treat to hang around).
work sucked ass today, and will continue to do so until all the snotty little shitheads of the world forget about the lousy christmasses they had this year spending too much money on others and not getting what they wanted, and stop taking it out on the servant class (like me). stupid fucks. if you don’t want to pay a fucking late fee, don’t pay your fucking bills two days late. and let’s not forget: i have your addresses, you sad, pathetic wastes of nearly-good spermatozoon.
will list presents received/given presently….
