For fucks sake!!!

Life sure seems like a kick in the dick some times. Work sucked my balls all week and today was a non stop flood of retards, ie ... this bitch comes in all snotty with her nose in the air and asks me to call the body shop to give her an estimate on painting her whole car. After I ask her a few questions, all of which receive cunt like answers, I say, "What color do you want to paint your car?" Her response ... I cant stress enough the bitchiness in her tone of voice ... "I'm not painting it, you guys are!" ... I am fucking dumbfounded on a daily basis the levels of stupidity in society today.

So, otherwise, weekend was ok, went to Ren Fair in NY state, it was ok, got meself a new smokin pipe that is almost as long as my arm, who wants to help me break it in? Went to my bosses house for a BBQ yesterday, it was equally ok, if my lovely Zoo wasnt on my arm it probably would have downgraded well below ok.

I seem to be having to spend money at every turn in the road lately. Belts on the Subie started squeaking, so I throw one of the mechanics some cash to throw them on, do an oil change and rotate my tires. He points out one of the motor mounts is broken, no big deal, I can just upgrade to polyurethane mounts, but its gonna set me back $300.

Well, he doesnt know I have a remote start (very few manual transmission cars do) , and parks my car facing a heavy wooden fence in gear ... I go to leave work, hit the remote start and turn the corner just in time to watch my car start up and lurch forward into the fence. I might as well fix the dings in my hood and get those painted too now. Dings - $50. Paint - $200-400 depending if I want to have him do some other small shit while he is at it. Driving home from work and I start to hear brakes squeaking, want to upgrade to a bigger brake kit, but with all this other shit, I may not be able to swing it and it will have to wait till next time. Sprinkle in my computer and it shutting itself off when it wants to, which will probably be a $50 power supply, and I am done venting. My tattoo appointment is rounding the corner as well, thats gonna be a couple hundred every other wednesday starting sept 10th.

I realize that none of this is really immediate concerns and yes, it could be worse. Other then that, I really dont have shit to say. I need to go to the dentist, havent been in a long ass time. I need another vacation. I need to start working out again. I need to stop bitching.