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Where have all the Cowboys gone?
Jul. 25th, 2002 03:27 amWell, my horoscope for yesterday sure hit the nail on the head. Let me paraphrase. "Scorpio: With Pluto squared with Venus and a full moon, you will be a raving lunatic for several hours."
How very true.
My day started with waking up, as usual. I decided I'd do my normal morning stuff, but that got interrupted by the bi-monthly pressure blow off by the rooomies. I missed mmost of it, thanks to a trip to our local Subway. Then I got ready to go in to work early, since I had to make up for hours missed yesterday. Well, work was a madhouse tonight. Dead then busy. Dead then busy. And just about everyone I talked to on the phone tonight was a fucking incompetent bastard who should never be allowed to order a pizza again. Asking for someone's phone number is not a trick question.
And when we weren't busy, we had competeing mental radio moments, since the physical radio is being cleaned currently. (Don't ask.) This meant we swung from Guns & Roses to Paula Cole to Nelly to Madonna.
And the cherry was the 60 pie to Jim Tressel and the OSU football team. $300 order, driver got a $2 tip. Go Michigan!!!!
On the bright side, Herbert has invited me up to his parents place in Port Clinton in the middle of next moth. Looks like I may get a much needed vacation after all. Now if only Herb was announcing his "union" to me...*laughs bitterly* yeah that'll fuckin' happen. I think the real reason Herb and Stacy haven't managed tyo get divorced is do to the ties that bind- joint checking. Advice to all newly-weds....keep yer finances separate for at least 5 years.
Fuck. Excuse me while I go howl at the moon for a while.
How very true.
My day started with waking up, as usual. I decided I'd do my normal morning stuff, but that got interrupted by the bi-monthly pressure blow off by the rooomies. I missed mmost of it, thanks to a trip to our local Subway. Then I got ready to go in to work early, since I had to make up for hours missed yesterday. Well, work was a madhouse tonight. Dead then busy. Dead then busy. And just about everyone I talked to on the phone tonight was a fucking incompetent bastard who should never be allowed to order a pizza again. Asking for someone's phone number is not a trick question.
And when we weren't busy, we had competeing mental radio moments, since the physical radio is being cleaned currently. (Don't ask.) This meant we swung from Guns & Roses to Paula Cole to Nelly to Madonna.
And the cherry was the 60 pie to Jim Tressel and the OSU football team. $300 order, driver got a $2 tip. Go Michigan!!!!
On the bright side, Herbert has invited me up to his parents place in Port Clinton in the middle of next moth. Looks like I may get a much needed vacation after all. Now if only Herb was announcing his "union" to me...*laughs bitterly* yeah that'll fuckin' happen. I think the real reason Herb and Stacy haven't managed tyo get divorced is do to the ties that bind- joint checking. Advice to all newly-weds....keep yer finances separate for at least 5 years.
Fuck. Excuse me while I go howl at the moon for a while.
