October 07, 2004
This is only part of two days worth of what brings people here...
we hate jon... Yeah? Join the club. Y'all do NOT even wanna know the latest shit he's done. Cocksuckin', lyin' jerkoff. He and his "girlfriend" (the real one, not his other hand) BOTH need to fuck off and die and if that proves to be too much, they should go with "die"...
buford hayes pusser... Yes? Excellent man, right there. Whatcha wanna know?
emerald nuts... Good commercials, for a change. (Unlike PIZZA HUT!!!!)
hate verizon... Doesn't everybody?
what do crickets eat?... Shut up. If you can't find it by now, feed the damned crickets yer own dead body, please.
ctrlpan.dll rundll error... Jesus. This is still happening to people?
court docket 12659... Some goofy shit from Down Under.
blonde bar salami poodle... Good luck with this one. The joke does not exist. Yet.
smiley face shower curtain... Depends on who it has to look at, whether or not it's smiling, no?
front tire fell off... My Lord. Yours too? You work here, do ya?
hailla ball wrong lyrics... Fuck what? No IDEA what yer talkin' about here.
what do crickets eat... People who ask stupid questions? Please, God?
front tire fell off... It's a god damned epidemic!
viet supermodel... Highly doubtful, unless they're going for that "bizarre" look.
sam kinnison... Yes? What? Something?
horse fuckin... You are SICK.
required .dll file, psapi.dll, was not found... Sucks, eh?
ctrlpan.dll... We all have one. What about it?
giant yellow jacket... John Belushi? nancy sinatra playboy pictures... They ain't that grand. Only reason I kept the magazine was because it mentions Gia, briefly, in an article.
miss piggy and pizza hut and rushmore... Yeah? Stupid, isn't it?
ctrlpan... You DO know this means "control panel", don'tcha? dixie test... I'm over half Dixie and next time, you'd best CAPITALIZE that "D", son...
bush pope picture... Sinead? That you, ya skinheaded bitch?
crickets eat each other... Thanks for the info. Would ya mind emailing everybody on the fuckin' PLANET so they'll QUIT ASKING ME THIS? Thanks. babysitters fucking kids... Okay, so either the babysitter's kids suck or yours do and there's a reason. I'd look into this in some detail, Pardner.
woodstown high school reunion... Y'all WISH. Only person I really wanna see is John Douglas Miller, thanks.
what do crickets eat... Each other. Can you not read? Dillhole? smack the computer... I do. Quite often.
pope picture... Sinead... fuck off now. I don't like you. At ALL.
smoke cowshit... Why? Does it work?
what do crickets eat?... I hate you.
did buford pusser really use a stick?... Yes, but only once, really. He was involved in a 5 to 1 fight and ripped a fence post outta the ground and put three or four of the assholes in the hospital and the rest in jail. As for walking around with an axe handle, like I do, 24/7, no. That's Hollywood bullshit, as IF his life wasn't exciting/dangerous/unique enough.... sigh.
feed pet crickets... Yes? WHAT? TELL THEM, PLEASE!!!!
birthday wishes spells... Birthday wishes/spells? I don't know about you people, sometimes. Aren't birthday wishes and casting spells on people diametrically opposed to each other? Usually?
ctrlpan.dll download... Huh what? This is a first...
sheriff buford pusser... Yeeees?
peterbilt duel... Yeah, it was a Pete in "Duel". What I wanna know is why, everytime they need an "evil" truck, they use Petes. I love Petes. Niiice trucks.
dick forrey... Who?
why i am like i am... Fuck if I know. Me? It's a cosmic plot designed to drive me nuts and IT'S WORKING!!!!!! So, by the way, is life itself.
nancy sinatra playboy pictures... Oh, stop it. She's ANCIENT!
buford pusser... Again. Cool.
fire babes... Only one I know of is a girl named Linda Sobek. She was a model who did a calendar as a fire babe (among many, many other things) and Lord, was she ever one. Gorgeous. Also murdered by a ball-less asshole piece of shit named Charles Rathbun out in California a few years back. Shame. She really was beautiful and by all accounts a very sweet, real person. He, of course, was a nerdy LOSER.
sheriff pusser... "What?", he wants to know...
sam kinnison... Another hero of mine...
knock on wood disco... Good shit, man. Much better than the bullshit that passes for music these days, rap being foremost in my mind...
crickets eat... So does everything else that's alive that wants to stay that way. What's yer fuckin' point? shit eating... I don't recommend it. Figuratively or literally.
erma bombeck chain letter... Do what?
lick her ass... As IF. Hows about "she" kisses mine, instead?
oh poop... I am in touch with that emotion. Quite often, in fact.
crickets eat... Oh, go play in heavy traffic, already, with this shit.
egomanical normans... Best Emerald Nuts commercial so far.
sniglets snl... Tim Kazurinsky. (This is a word association thing, isn't it?)
white firebird october 2004... Well, there's also "white firebird july '01-now" for me, but what IS this about?
poopville... And, this is where in New Jersey?
anology test... I'll take it and probably do well, too. I can come up with some veeery creative ways to put things sometimes... (Creative, of course, being the p.c. word for "longwinded like Mike Brady" anologies...)
pinto sunroof... Very small. What else ya wanna know about it?
crack whore mug shots... Local PD? And, why would ya wanna see those, anyway? Ewww. diurex... Exlax. More word association?
darn horsemen... Noooo... "fuckin' HUNTERS" is more like it. This is also the kinda stuff that keeps my fear of Armageddon at bay. Bring it on, Baby.... After this, I'm ready.
*fade out with a bug-eyed look on my face*
Posted by: Stevie at 11:36 AM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Alright....
I wasn't gonna say anything, but this is going too far now.
I didn't blink during the story about the NUT who thinks he's supposed to kill and eat child molesters, not even when he "slipped" and started with his girlfriend. Then, there are these goober-bastards who wanna start a fuckin' religion to get around a fox hunting ban. Whatta bunch of blood-thirsty animal murderin' ASSHOLES!!!! BUT... I says to meself... "If they're successful, I'm startin' my own got-damned church for pot smokers who are NOT dreadlocked dillholes." (I had a very bad experience with a Jamaican female con-artist cunt, so forgive my OBVIOUS bias...) But, this... this is just waaaay to much. THAT is how a once-in-a-lifetime champion, miracle horse is treated after death? Skeleton one place, hide and HEART in another? That is, without a doubt, the most vile, disgusting, horrific thing I've ever heard of, let alone these assholes are arguing over it.I'm sickened by this. THIS is the kinda shit that makes me believe (and hope) Armageddon is coming soon. Yo God... here's a helpful, non-Heloise-type hint for Ya. Next time, if indeed You do this again, STOP AFTER YOU'VE MADE THE ANIMALS. Don't make no more people. We suck.
We destroy the planet, the environment, each other (like that last one even matters) and some of "us" do it in YOUR NAME. How, by the way, do You stand that shit?
Please, Dude... for Your own sake and the sake of every innocent creature, not to mention Earth itself... stop after You've made the animals. They and the ENTIRE FUCKIN' PLANET will be LOTS better off, I swear.
*shaking head in utter disgust* Sick fucks.
Posted by: Stevie at 09:19 AM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 06, 2004
I know it's three days early, buuut...
A six IS a nine if ya turn it upside down, so close enough.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:08 PM | Comments (18) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Um...
Donny Osmond just kicked David Hasselhoff's groaning old ASS on Fear Factor.
rotflmao.....Posted by: Stevie at 01:21 AM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 05, 2004
Damn straight...
They need to keep this cocksuckin', numbnuts motherfucker locked up til he DIES.
Better yet... USE THE DEATH PENALTY.
Ship his ass to Texas if need be, but just plain "fuck him til he's dead"... ya know?
Posted by: Stevie at 09:59 PM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
For the record....
Eric got off work about a half hour, 45 minutes ago. While he was finishing up, I went to the store and got dinner fixin's....
Posted by: Stevie at 06:57 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Why?
Because they can, the lucky bass-tids.
(I'm #8 and no, I have no idea what the HELL I was talking about, with that "gotta go pee on Eric's leg now" thing. I am gonna go see, though. Bet it's got to do with "marking territory", if I know me...) (And, no, I didn't really... sheeze.)
Posted by: Stevie at 03:48 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Well, Hi there....
Coming over from Gut Rumbles to see what kind of a NUT writes this blog, are ya?
*lmao*
Can't say I blame you. I'd wanna see, too.
She's dead now and has been since 1990, so I don't hafta worry about her sorry ass anymore, but.... alas and alack, there are others still around.
Dad's current wife, fer instance. She's only four years older than me, and she totally ran me out of my Dad's life 20-some years ago. That time is gone, lost forever and I NEEDED him still. Fuck man, I still do and he's still as far away as she took him to begin with. The only "good" thing about that (and CHRIST did I hafta to struggle to find this) is that, when Dad is GONE gone, it won't be much different for me.... except that I'll know she ain't got him either. (Big whoop.)
I also have a brother I don't even know because I am SUCH a piece of shit (apparently) that I wasn't allowed to be around him either, lest I "influence" him into being the same kinda loser she (the wife) thinks I am, which is impossible because my brother is NOT related to my MOTHER, which is the majority of the wife's problem with me to begin with. (That and the fact that I stood toe-to-toe with her every time she fucked with me, that is...) (Sorry KIM, but I doubt I'll EVER get over the fact that YOU orphaned me when I wasn't ready, yet YOUR daughter still lives at home YEARS after I was forced out... I'll NEVER FORGET THAT. Whether or not I FORGIVE it is entirely up to you and it doesn't seem much like you give a flying fuck about THAT, so neither do I. (You female, you... *wry giggle*) Next, we can move to "women in general" who have treated me like total SHIT my whole life just because I'm not 500 pounds or "bulldog ass" ugly. (Don't be looking for any names this time, 'cause I don't have the rest of my life to list the dickheaded bitches.) Every one of these assholes got "threatened" by the idea of me being friends with "their" men (most of whom ran screaming away from them shortly thereafter, by the way*) because the only way they could get a guy interested in them was to FUCK them, thus they assumed I'd be doing the same. (*And, yeah, Rob was one of those men and I've never even met him in person, yet still had to go thru the same shit... lol. S'okay, though... he's well worth it. As usual, once the dust settles, I'm still standing... RIGHT THERE WITH THE GUY, while the "bitch" goes away. God, I love that part... lmao. Just wish Kim had gotten that part right, damn it.) Nope. I don't fuck men just to get or keep them interested. No need to. I do and always have had many other things about me that intrigue guys. Men are nicer. Less evil. Smarter. Better looking. They smell better, too.
Women, for the most part, are just paranoid, game-playing, loser asswits. And, noooo, I do NOT think I'm Miss Perfect. Hell, if it wasn't for low self-esteem, I'd have had none at all, THANKS TO WOMEN. I know I have a coupla "pain in the ass" things about myself that I do... The two "worst" things are my life-long relationship with ganja and my 87 billion cats. BUT... I'm AWARE of these things and I do try to make up for them every chance I get. In fact, Eric doesn't even think these two things matter at all, because he's so much more well-loved and treated than he was before. Do ya really want to "measure" how incredibly ignorant, stupid and BRAINLESS most women are? Think about this.... Most women are so self-absorbed, so into the games they play with EVERYBODY (including themselves), so utterly STUPID, that they can't even see the basic concept that the way they are makes the three of us who aren't like that look sooooo much better. They cannot understand why they keep getting left, why their guys leave them for "that piece of shit" when it's wholly THEM who are doing it to themselves. Women make themselves be so "not worth it", so not worth putting up with their endless shit, that they get dumped, say to themselves "See? I knew it..." (/whiny voice) and become even more "man-repellent" than they were to begin with. It's called "self-fulfilling prophecy" and they are masters at it. THEY act like lunatic assholes, then blame the poor men for not wanting to eat shit to live every day and running, screaming away from them. Or they blame other women, like me, when it's all their own doing. Which, coupled with treating me like shit from the git-go, is basically why I hate women and have no problem AT ALL pointing out the various and sundry ways that they SUCK... (sweaty donkey balls, but not yer dicks, eh guys? Ever notice that? As much as some chicks suck, it's never you guys they're suckin' on... lol) (And, oohhh, but you'd best be kissin' THEIR asses, oh yes indeedy.. pfft. Fuck 'em. Then run.) Anyhoo... While I could go on nearly forever about this, I'd rather not, actually. I have three horses waiting to go out to pasture, a house to straighten and a guy to spoil rotten, so....
I think I've kinda given enough background on myself to "explain" my comments at Gut Rumbles.
Or not.
But, ya know what? Truthfully, if I hafta to explain it in the first place, chances are you'd never understand it anyway (and that you're a WOMAN), so there's no need to go on and on, is there? Ya either "get it" or ya don't. If ya don't, that's kinda sad for you, because you're just gonna keep running that same "fuck 'em, get dumped by 'em" treadmill, while placing the blame every-friggin'-where, except where it belongs, which is squarely on YOU. Women, don't say I didn't at least TRY to tell ya's.... Men, hang in there. We're not all that way.
*hugs* Peace, people.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:10 PM | Comments (21) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Thanks for the compliment hun. I miss ya.October 04, 2004
Is it true?
I asked Paul, he being from Canada and all, but I haven't heard back yet, so I ask you guys...
I read on IMDB last night that Bret Hart is divorced. Supposedly hapened a few years back, '98, '99, somewhere in there. Is he really single? I hope so, cause I need something to pick me up. I am at the "hack and cry" stage with this "non-Gerber-givin'-back" pile of cow shit. It's fuckin' breaking my heart that I can't find this stupid thing and the only person I keep thinking about about not having it anymore is Darrel Buschkoetter. You know... the FARMER from "The Farmer's Wife", the one I identified so strongly with...I feel like that's what I've lost, really. My connection to him PLUS the damned multi-tool.
I still want 'em BOTH back. Eric says to go get another one... Right. 'Cause we have the money for that just laying around. I have other ways to get jobs done, other tools I can use. So, it's not that.
And, spending money on a new Gerber just to make me feel better seems kinda stupid. Ah well. I'm gonna keep looking and I've got "The Farmer's Wife" playing now. Might as well just face it. I feel like a fake and a failure now, but... if I can get through this NOW, I'll always be able to and thus, not have to "lose" Darrel too. I kinda hafta do this. It occured to me when I was out there digging a bit ago that "It's gonna kill me to see Darrel with his Gerber on his hip now... damn." Those shots of that always used to make me feel whole, somehow. Like I had something cool in common with an equally cool guy. Now, I'm just some toolless nerd with cow shit on my boots. *siiigh* God, I want my Gerber back.
Truly.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:18 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Miscellaneous-type shit...
First of all, Charlie Sheen and Emilio Estavez are great together in "Men at Work". I'm watching that now and they're crackin' me up. Plus, I love Charlie Sheen, anyway, so... *siiigh*
Second, old MAD magazines are just the best... I've been re-reading all the ones I have in the bathroom lately and man, those guys were nuts. MAD magazine, since Bill Gaines died, has gone to hell in a handbasket, by the way. These days, it just blows chunks, kinda like SNL. Sad, but true... (Huge middle section moved to EP) *whew* Man. Now where was I?Uummm... movies.... hmmm... oh yeah. American Graffiti, Paul Le Mat... that's right. He's always been my favorite guy in American Graffiti and I even like Paul in "The Burning Bed". He's an excellent actor and cute as hell, too.
Last night, I was watching AG again and I looked Paul up at IMDB and found out a coupla things that just cemented him as "Excellent" in my opinion. First of all, he's from Jersey, too. I like that. Second, he's a Nam Vet and was awarded a few medals and such. Very cool. Now, I just need to find a car show he's appearing at someday. That'd be cool, to see him and his car from the movie. Anyway, I'm glad I remembered to get that out and now I need to go wash my mind out with soap, those dopey fire
Posted by: Stevie at 12:58 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 02, 2004
Ya know, sometimes even I don't believe this shit...
Why, I do NOT know, since I've been here almost three years and I KNOW diary farmers are, like, brain damaged to begin with.... (Ummm, 'scuse me, here folks. It's now 12:35am and I just noticed something. I, uh... spelled "dairy" wrong. I've got "diary" farmers up there. So, I'd like to, at this time, thank ERIC *Hiya, Honey! gives a little wave with all five fingers at him* for forever dyslexic-ing those two words in my head. That is all... FOR NOW.)
But, I swear ta Gawd...
Posted by: Stevie at 08:12 PM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
*clickin' and scrapin', clickin' and scrapin'*...
That's the sound of me walking up to the pooter, dragging my feet while wearing my cleated Harley boots.
Well, it would be, anyway, if'n I warn't sittin' here nekkid, about to get a shower and if this particular floor wasn't carpeted.The house... *slighty dramatic pause*... is done.
Posted by: Stevie at 08:37 AM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 01, 2004
*deeeeep breath* and....
*fanning self rapidly*
Posted by: Stevie at 11:56 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
How many?
There are gonna be 14 people here, AT MY HOUSE, tomorrow.
Shit man, I'm tired just thinking about it. If anybody gets within Bic flickin' distance of a candle, it sure would be nice to light it for me... just in case, ya know? Oh and by the way, that third horse, Shorty, who's for sale and blah, blah? Whatta bleeding asshole this horse can be. My Gawd. There is NO WAY IN HELL a 14 year old girl is gonna be able to do shit with this psychotic speed freak. No control WHATSOEVER. He has none, she'll have none, I lost mine, even. He not only brought out the "cowboy" in me, which is baaaad, he brought out the Old West Cowboy who wanted to kill him. Literally. *expells breath forcefully up, thru bangs* Nice to find out the "exciting" way that, contrary to my firmly held belief, it turns out I am NOT too old for this shit, apparently. *Sam Elliot look* Any-freakin'-way, I guess I oughta go finish the house. 14 people...Pray for me.
Or them.
Whichever...
Posted by: Stevie at 11:48 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 30, 2004
Wull, what da fuck?
I've stepped into a parallel ("llel", "lell", WHATEVER... y'all know what I mean) universe, I think.
Out of the 297 lights on 611 between here and where I went, I only hadda stop at two of 'em. Wow. Of course, for one of them, I had to sit thru the stupid cycle, like, three times, but, still... wow. Maybe I oughta go see if I can find my Gerber again, with this kinda karma goin' on.Still wanna go ride Storm, still, though. Hmmm.... decisions, decisions....
Posted by: Stevie at 06:12 PM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Well, thank Gawd that's done....
The bathroom sink once again runs free and the sacafrackin'gotdamnedestoopidfriggin toilet paper holder has been hung, too. AND, installed....
Ya know, MEN.... Drywall is bad enough. DRY WALL is impossible ENOUGH to hang shit on, like pictures and crap, let alone this bologna-thin, brittle SHIT that was used for the bathroom "walls" in this house. Not even frickin' plastic wall anchors (a completely RETARDED "appliance" if I've ever seen one) don't do ya no good. Jesus. And, don't eeeeven let me get started on the teeny tiny microscopic set screws. Do these idiots who manufacture this shit think we all have EYEGLASS REPAIR KIT SCREWDRIVERS JUST LAYIN' AROUND?!? My farkin' GOD. They sink these stupid set screws alllll the way in, to hold the bag of screws and shit inside of the arm of the paper holder. The holes they sink into on the device are so fuckin' SMALL, an ANT'S DICK wouldn't fit WITH KY Jelly, let alone any screwdriver known to man. FUCK. I got it though. So, bite me wall, paper holder, manufacturer... WORLD. I got it and it's ON THE WALL. And, you can bet your sweet BIPPY I'm gonna also superglue the fuckin' thing. If this toilet paper holder EVER gives me any more shit the entire time we live here, I will go off. In other news... I've claw-raked down about half of the Matterhorn of shit and still no Gerber. I'm gonna give Bill such a smack if I don't get my KNIFE BAAAAACK, damn it.*whines* I've had it for liiiiike, 5 years now. IT'S FROM WHEN I WAS AT WELLACREST!!!!! I reeeeeally want my Gerber back now, okay, God? Pleeeeeeease????? C'mon, Big Guy. I was a good kid. I did all that bathroom shit Gerber-less. I'm keeping up with the house and I ain't even made anybody bleed yet over the fact that TWO GROWN MEN let my Gerber get shit-piled.... so, come ON. Gim'me it back, okay? *a few seconds later* Uuummm... if anybody sees a pile of "patience" laying around someplace, it's mine. I seem to have misplaced or lost mine totally. And, I think I need it back, like NOW because I have to go drive on 611. *siiigh* What I REALLY wanna do is go "drive" Storm around a few fields, but nooooooo. I've gotta go deal with the biggest buncha non-drivin' DILLHOLES this side of US Rt. 40 in Jersey. Kill me now. Or at least render me unconscious for a few hours, okay? Man, do I have a strong urge to have the cool, soothing taste of Tequila Rose in my mouth....
Or, the cold, comforting feel of blue steel IN MY HAND.... nononono... don't need that. Well, I could definitely USE that, but... aw fuck it. 'Cause sometimes, ya just gotta know when to say that, "Fuck it", right?
Riiiight. P-P-P-Peace....
*jitters away from pooter*
Posted by: Stevie at 04:28 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
September 29, 2004
Okay... here's one...
From the day of their wedding, two years before, Maggie had been nagging her husband about his past.
"C'mon, tell me", she kept asking. "How many women have you slept with?"
"Honey", he said, "if I tell you it's just gonna piss you off."
"Nuh-UH, I promise it won't, c'mon.", she asked again.
Sighing, her husband says, "Well, okay. Let's see... one... two... three... four... five... you... seven... eight..."
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September 28, 2004
WDH?
That's like "WTF?!", but milder.
And, what it is that I wanna know WDH about are my knees and elbows. They feel like I have something wrapped around them. Something somewhere between those stupid little wrist bands everybody wore in high school to be "cool" (but that were really for tennis), and pieces of radiator hose, or something. They're kinda stiff feeling, but not "painful". Achy, kinda, too. Why? That's my first question and if "the only answer to dat is.... pppththtthbbb", I mean 'age', let's just let that go unanswered for now. Next question is... how do I "fix" this? While it's not painful, it IS annoying and I have shit to do, besides sit around wondering about my stupid joints. Know what I mean? I got the WHOLE HOUSE (including vacuuming and mopping) done, it's rainy and all I have left to do now is the bathroom shit and beating MT Blacklist in submission, which I intend to get to today, cranky elbow joints notwithstanding. Bet whatever it is, is also what ails my knee-bones after I ride too long, too... it's either this "whatever it is" or else my stirrups are waaaay to short, which they ain't neither. Think it may be time for some Aleve. But, not if I hafta stand outside and discuss the "diagnosis" before I take the shit, like they always do in those stupid "The Doc says I'm gettin' old and arthritic" commercials. Ever notice that? Whomever it is coming home from the doc's office, they never make it into the house before their accosted and made to "spill it" right there in the driveway, usually. Why don'tcha's let 'em in and have 'em sit the hell down first. Maybe get them a glass of SOMETHING to wash down the freakin' Aleve that they're standing there IN PAIN, tellin' ya the damned doctor JUST TOLD THEM TO TAKE! Da fuck's up wit' dat, anyhow? Lord, that commercial reeeeally bugs me....Can ya tell? Anyhoo... lem'me start now, so that I may actually get the Aleve down my throat before the end of the day. Hobbling to the bathroom DOES take longer than "regular" walking, ya know... Ya don't? Heh... give it a coupla years. You will....
*weg* Peace... or squeak, depending on who ya hear first, me or my elbows... (Update @ 1:24... Ummm, do ya suppose all the pallets and bales of hay I was luggin' around yesterday might have sump'tin to do with this? I just remembered that... *giggle*)
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September 27, 2004
It just occured to me again....
I miss this guy....
Posted by: Stevie at 04:04 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Aw, maaaannn...
I just knew somethin' was gonna go wrong here soon. Everything is going so got-damned good lately, I've been kinda half-waitin' for something to trip it up.
My insurance agent, Julie, is gone from the agency.Hell. I liked her. siiiighhhh.. Oh well. The only odd thing is, I think she's really been gone awhile. I called them a coupla months ago to ask a question for George and the guy who answered was real evasive about when Julie would be available. I wondered then. Today, when the chick who answered said she wasn't there again, I said... "Lem'me ask you something... I am just having the shittiest luck in the world reaching her, or does she not work there anymore?" There was a slight hesitation, then she said, "Well, I don't really think she DOES work here anymore...." "Aw poop. Man, I liked her. She was really nice and very helpful.... kinda like you are, actually. Tell ya what, since she's gone and I need a nice, patient person to help me keep this shit straight, is it okay if I just ask for you from now on?" "Sure, okay..." "Cool. Irene, right?" "Yep..." "Great. I'm "state yer name". Thanks so much. Talk to ya later and have a good day." "Okay, you too..." *click* And, THAT'S how I adopted my new agent. The end.
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