So, yeah...like I was saying, September can fucking eat my ass. Fucked up back shit is still pretty fucked up, though more manageable, but at this point it's in my hands to find out how to take the next step and then take it.
Work's finally let up a bit (couldn't have happened while I wasn't stuck in a bed all day for a week, huh?), but then there's this:
...and the annoying late night/early morning towtruck/rental car adventures that have resulted. So yeah, that'll take about 4-5 weeks (apparantly there's some frame damage on both front sides), but hopefully only cost me $500 bucks and a little extra here and there, assuming my insurance doesn't decide to pull me out of their corral and send me off to pasture (which I could see happening).
Because several of you have and will ask, long story short: someone hit me while I was turning into a driveway, apparantly turning out of stopped traffic into and coming up what I don't believe is actually a lane north out of Laurel Canyon in rush hour. Here's my best re-creation.
Reasons never to go to the valley: +1.
Anyhow, another reason I just realized September can eat a boat-load of donkey-cock is that I have totally been planning to make plans to make some big get-out-of-town trip in October, and while September sucks more, the idea seems better and better, it has occured to me that Between an impending hospital bill for my emergency room visit and paramedics joyride, medication costs, future copayments, and insurance deductibles and other car rental/repair expenses, much of the suckitude of this month will severely drain any money that might fuel said October getaway.
So far, I see one good thing on the horizon:
Tommorrow is
International talk like a Pirate Day
which is sort of an unofficial holiday of my Newly adopted chosen faith, may we all be touched by his noody appendage.
I should really try and ask off from work, since I've made my Pastafarian tendencies clear to my co-workers on so many occasions.
Then again, I'd probably have to ask them while talking like a Pirate, and then they'd just get confused and I'd never get the point across.
- So Avast! A merry TLAPD to ye', and I hopes ye don't find yerself wit' too many a poop-deck to be a-swabbin', ya scallywags who ortin' t' be keel hauled! Savvy?
Dave
And now, for the sake of observance, this entry is now presented in talk-like-a-pirate vision:
So, aye...like I be sayin', September can horkin' eat me arse. Horked up aft sh'tis still pretty horked up, but at this point 'tis in me hands t' find ou' how t' take th' next step an' be tendin' t'that.
Work`s finally let up a bit (couldna be havin' happened while I wasn`t stuck in a bunk all tide fer a week, huh?), but then thar`s this:
...an' th' annoyin' late night/early mornin' tugboat/rental ship adventures that then be havin' resulted. So aye, that`ll take about 4-5 tides (apparantly thar`s some frame damage on both fore sides, but hopefully only cost me $500 dubloons an' a wee extra here an' thar, assumin' me insurance dasn't decide t' pull me ou' o' the'r corral an' send me off t' pasture (which I could be seein' happening).
On accoun' o' several o' ye be havin' an' will ask, long story short: someone hit me while I be sailin' into a driveway, apparantly sailin' ou' o' stopped traffic into an' comin' up what I dasn't believe be actually a lane north ou' o' Laurel Canyon in rush hour. Here be me best re-eneactment.
Reasons nereto go t' th' valley: +1.
Anyhow, another reason I jus' reckoned September can eat a Schooner-load o' donkey-cock be that I be havin' totally been plannin' t' make plans t' make some big get-ou'-o'-town voyage in October, an' while September sucks more, th' idee seems better an' better, 't has occured t' me that Between an impendin' hospital bill fer me emergency room visit an' paramedics joyride, medication costs, future copayments, an' insurance deductibles an' other boat rental/repair expenses, much o' th' suckitude o' this moon will severely drain any treasure that might fuel spake October getaway.
So far, I be seein' one good thin' on th' horizon:
Tommorrow be International talk like a Sea dog Tide
which be sort o' an unofficial holiday o' me Newly adopted chosen faith, may we all be touched by his noody appendage.
I ought really try an' ask off fer work, since I`ve made me Pastafarian tendencies clear t' me shipmates on so many occasions.
Then again, I`d probably be havin' t' ask them while talkin' like a Sea dog, an' then they`d jus' get confused an' I`d nereget th' point across.
-Have a nice day, friends
Mad Davy Flint
Work's finally let up a bit (couldn't have happened while I wasn't stuck in a bed all day for a week, huh?), but then there's this:
...and the annoying late night/early morning towtruck/rental car adventures that have resulted. So yeah, that'll take about 4-5 weeks (apparantly there's some frame damage on both front sides), but hopefully only cost me $500 bucks and a little extra here and there, assuming my insurance doesn't decide to pull me out of their corral and send me off to pasture (which I could see happening).
Because several of you have and will ask, long story short: someone hit me while I was turning into a driveway, apparantly turning out of stopped traffic into and coming up what I don't believe is actually a lane north out of Laurel Canyon in rush hour. Here's my best re-creation.
Reasons never to go to the valley: +1.
Anyhow, another reason I just realized September can eat a boat-load of donkey-cock is that I have totally been planning to make plans to make some big get-out-of-town trip in October, and while September sucks more, the idea seems better and better, it has occured to me that Between an impending hospital bill for my emergency room visit and paramedics joyride, medication costs, future copayments, and insurance deductibles and other car rental/repair expenses, much of the suckitude of this month will severely drain any money that might fuel said October getaway.
So far, I see one good thing on the horizon:
Tommorrow is
International talk like a Pirate Day which is sort of an unofficial holiday of my Newly adopted chosen faith, may we all be touched by his noody appendage.
I should really try and ask off from work, since I've made my Pastafarian tendencies clear to my co-workers on so many occasions.
Then again, I'd probably have to ask them while talking like a Pirate, and then they'd just get confused and I'd never get the point across.
-
So Avast! A merry TLAPD to ye', and I hopes ye don't find yerself wit' too many a poop-deck to be a-swabbin', ya scallywags who ortin' t' be keel hauled! Savvy? Dave
And now, for the sake of observance, this entry is now presented in talk-like-a-pirate vision:
So, aye...like I be sayin', September can horkin' eat me arse. Horked up aft sh'tis still pretty horked up, but at this point 'tis in me hands t' find ou' how t' take th' next step an' be tendin' t'that.
Work`s finally let up a bit (couldna be havin' happened while I wasn`t stuck in a bunk all tide fer a week, huh?), but then thar`s this:
...an' th' annoyin' late night/early mornin' tugboat/rental ship adventures that then be havin' resulted. So aye, that`ll take about 4-5 tides (apparantly thar`s some frame damage on both fore sides, but hopefully only cost me $500 dubloons an' a wee extra here an' thar, assumin' me insurance dasn't decide t' pull me ou' o' the'r corral an' send me off t' pasture (which I could be seein' happening).
On accoun' o' several o' ye be havin' an' will ask, long story short: someone hit me while I be sailin' into a driveway, apparantly sailin' ou' o' stopped traffic into an' comin' up what I dasn't believe be actually a lane north ou' o' Laurel Canyon in rush hour. Here be me best re-eneactment.
Reasons nereto go t' th' valley: +1.
Anyhow, another reason I jus' reckoned September can eat a Schooner-load o' donkey-cock be that I be havin' totally been plannin' t' make plans t' make some big get-ou'-o'-town voyage in October, an' while September sucks more, th' idee seems better an' better, 't has occured t' me that Between an impendin' hospital bill fer me emergency room visit an' paramedics joyride, medication costs, future copayments, an' insurance deductibles an' other boat rental/repair expenses, much o' th' suckitude o' this moon will severely drain any treasure that might fuel spake October getaway.
So far, I be seein' one good thin' on th' horizon:
Tommorrow be
International talk like a Sea dog Tide which be sort o' an unofficial holiday o' me Newly adopted chosen faith, may we all be touched by his noody appendage.
I ought really try an' ask off fer work, since I`ve made me Pastafarian tendencies clear t' me shipmates on so many occasions.
Then again, I`d probably be havin' t' ask them while talkin' like a Sea dog, an' then they`d jus' get confused an' I`d nereget th' point across.
-Have a nice day, friends
Mad Davy Flint
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giga_geo:
hugs!
toxicboy:
Sorry about Sucky September but at least we still have Black He-Man 