Good news: I got fucked!!!!!
Bad news: It was by my bank.
If my bank were a person, I'd get in it's face and say "What the fuck is the matter with you dude? Stop being so fucking anal!!!! Who gives a shit if the woman was eighteen fucking cents in the negative? What the fuck are you doing charging her thirty five dollars?"
I don't ever start shit with people, but I would start some shit with The Bank. That fucker. My bank also has some clinging issues too. It feels the need to cling to all my money and not pay me the correct amount for the hours I worked. Plus it's really needy. Every day it tells me "But you need to file this form and you need to get this many pieces of ID when you open an account, and you need to not do this." It's always NAG NAG NAG. If I weren't such a gentleman, I'd take the back of my hand to The Bank. Lucky for her, I don't believe in hitting a lady. I'd leave her but what's the point? Besides, I've got a little action going on the side. The other day, I was flirting with this really hot chick who was a Cradle of Filth fan, and that dumb slut The Bank never even knew. "Whose number is that?"
"Who that? Oh that's just a customer, she needs some HARD interest on a LONG term CD." CLUELESS. So to The Bank I say: Go ahead and fuck me while you can, cause pretty soon I'M gonna be doin the fuckin'"
OK I'm not sure if this journal counts as annoying whiny-ness, but it certainly the bitching to BITCHIN!!!!!! ratio is definately WAAAAAAAY off. So in the spirit of my new Look On The Bright Side philosophy, I'll add in something cool or interesting. And the interesting thing is:................................drum roll..................................
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.........I got drunk and played hackey sack on a party on saturday night, but was still able to catch Samurai Jack. Not very cool or interesting but it's a start. And remember what those Monty Python boys say:
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me
Bad news: It was by my bank.
If my bank were a person, I'd get in it's face and say "What the fuck is the matter with you dude? Stop being so fucking anal!!!! Who gives a shit if the woman was eighteen fucking cents in the negative? What the fuck are you doing charging her thirty five dollars?"
I don't ever start shit with people, but I would start some shit with The Bank. That fucker. My bank also has some clinging issues too. It feels the need to cling to all my money and not pay me the correct amount for the hours I worked. Plus it's really needy. Every day it tells me "But you need to file this form and you need to get this many pieces of ID when you open an account, and you need to not do this." It's always NAG NAG NAG. If I weren't such a gentleman, I'd take the back of my hand to The Bank. Lucky for her, I don't believe in hitting a lady. I'd leave her but what's the point? Besides, I've got a little action going on the side. The other day, I was flirting with this really hot chick who was a Cradle of Filth fan, and that dumb slut The Bank never even knew. "Whose number is that?"
"Who that? Oh that's just a customer, she needs some HARD interest on a LONG term CD." CLUELESS. So to The Bank I say: Go ahead and fuck me while you can, cause pretty soon I'M gonna be doin the fuckin'"
OK I'm not sure if this journal counts as annoying whiny-ness, but it certainly the bitching to BITCHIN!!!!!! ratio is definately WAAAAAAAY off. So in the spirit of my new Look On The Bright Side philosophy, I'll add in something cool or interesting. And the interesting thing is:................................drum roll..................................
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.........I got drunk and played hackey sack on a party on saturday night, but was still able to catch Samurai Jack. Not very cool or interesting but it's a start. And remember what those Monty Python boys say:
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me
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that could be misinterpreted pretty easily i bet. i enjoyed the stories. i'll send you an email with more specifics. i would have done so sooner, but i've been kinda out of it.
reprazent.