In other news, I wish the people who provide household utility service would grasp a simple concept. I will pay them, if they let me.

Here's the typical scenario:
If your particular company doesn't let me use a form of automatic bill-pay, then you don't get paid. Then you turn my utility off to let me know you need money. Then I pay you. Rinse. Repeat.

This certainly can't be good for my credit.

Nonetheless, I refuse to make it easy on them at the expense of my convenience. Everyone who provides me with a recurring service and allows me to let them deduct the amount from my accounts monthly.... THEY GET PAID. On time, every time. No hassle to anyone. WTF about this is so hard for utility companies to grasp?

You sell me something monthly and you want money? Take it. Just don't think that I'm going to write you a check, stick it in an envelope, lick a stamp, and get that envelope to the Post Office. It ain't gonna happen. I've got better ways to waste my time. Fucking brainless twit assmonkeys.
<falls off soapbox>

In other news, my mother keeps trying to set me up on dates. This is aggravating. She means well, in the best possible way, bless her heart, but I am not looking for a companion. Much less a companion that my Mom would find suitable. I've told her time and again to stop tryng to set me up, but she thinks she'll break me eventually. I hope she doesn't.

Also, roommateTim got himself a computer, or rather, thunderpussy's copmuter, since he uses his fiance's computer mostly these days. This is cool, because I no longer have to unlock my computer for him everytime he wants to burn a CD or check his email, but it is bad becasue it means there is yet another computer in my dining room with it's accompanying menagerie of cords and devices. I'd tell him to keep it in his room, but it's a tiny tiny room anyways.

Also, also, I recently ran some wire as a favor for a home theater install. I ran a shitload of 12 gauge wire under the house and on up through the floor, and then the carpet installers for some reason thought it would be great to zig-zag one of the cables over a tack stip several times. Way to go assfaces. Now they have to come out again, pull oup the carpet and then I need to run another wire. PITA. There goes yet another weekend day. Crap. I don't have a free weekend between now and June. I mean, mostly I've got cool stuff planned, but I need a "chill" weekend every so often to stay sane.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Much fun was had at SalesGirls 30th birthday last Friday. Or at least that's what I remember before blacking out. Apparently sortaboss and thunderpussy "helped" me out of the bar. Too much tequila. The next day sortaboss told me something beautiful. You know the poem "Footprints"? "You know terpia, when there was only one set of footprints, that was when Jose was carrying you." Jose being Mr. Cuervo of course. Now, before any of you snobs start telling me about how bad cuervo is and how lame i am for not drinking boutique tequila, you should know that once I got cutoff I was having other people buy tequila shots for me, and apparently every idiot knows how to say Cuervo when ordeerng shots.

So, in summary - the Acrop still rules, Tequila is trying to assasinate me, and if you live in this area, you should definately send someone a Flamingo Nightmare for their birthday.
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