What ruined your 2.0?

Being overwhelmed at work yesterday.

3-hour meetings about the dangers if contrails with a 7pm start time. What, your conspiracy is too good to keep decent hours?

Scanned the photographs for a memorial of a 30-year-old man that died last week.

That sucked.

Also, found out that Huell Howser died.

men in general, wh do you guys have to suck?

It's our thing, everyone needs a thing.

In my case, prepping for meetings with six lawyers and a couple CPAs tomorrow.

My hip. Worrying that everyone at work is mad at me for not being there. Worrying about potential hip surgery... AGAIN.

The drinking

My right ball hurts for no reason.

Have you touched it thoroughly

roughly?

No more than usual.

Maybe you should think about touching it thoroughly and gently

All the things.

My autopay for verzizon hasn't been going through, so I had to deal with them threatening to shut off my phone this morning.
In the process of paying my bill while rushing to work (late), I lost my fancy phone case.
Then work was slow, so I made no money. Then my last 2 customers were jerks (and I still didn't make any money).

I won't say "ruined," but forgetting to multiply by the period has gotten this 2.0 off to a less than amazing start.

It's official: no mini cooper for me.

The IRS decided I owe lots of money from when my debts were settled 2 years ago. I can't argue with the fact that the debts were settled, but I don't have the money to pay them either.

That sucks. The IRS should have a payment plan at least so you don't have to front all the money at one time.

They do. But of course I can't talk to them til Monday.

Good thing I just bought a new car!

Oh hey, you know that car I bought last week? Turns out it needs a $940 repair. The power steering pump goes out intermittently, and although the car is still driveable, I don't like it when I suddenly can't steer my car. My car that is 10 days old.

Luckily I can pay for the repair (goodbye tax refund!) but the dealership is getting a piece of my mind.

And tuffy closed your thread.

Salt on the wound, my friend.

This MotherFucker right here getting spray tan:


talked to me this morning like I wasn't good enough to scrape the shit off of his shoes.
I hope he gets dick cancer.