Coincidence?
Bitch breezes in, rages, blows out. I'm pissed It bogarted a $350 check It has zero right to. Hit a meeting, who shakes my hand? A former client. He said my facility changed his life. Nice. Really lets you know what's important.
Enjoy the money Bitch. You have $350 you have no right to, but you're still a Bitch. I changed a life.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
This just in
Property tax rebate?
Long Island homeowners were mailed a $350 check. Hmmmmm, wonder where THAT went? To the person who pays the mortgage? Of course not. To the person who cannot do shit and cannot take responsibility for anything? Hmmmmmmm.
This, as the kitchen counter-going on 3 days, is sticky as shit.
Wonder where THAT $$$ went? Kohl's charge? Unique ("shopping is my hobby.")? Pay for Its car in the neighbor's driveway????? Pay for a new back door? Of course not, it's getting pissed away. GuaranFUCKINGtee it.
Free money. Must be nice.
Long Island homeowners were mailed a $350 check. Hmmmmm, wonder where THAT went? To the person who pays the mortgage? Of course not. To the person who cannot do shit and cannot take responsibility for anything? Hmmmmmmm.
This, as the kitchen counter-going on 3 days, is sticky as shit.
Wonder where THAT $$$ went? Kohl's charge? Unique ("shopping is my hobby.")? Pay for Its car in the neighbor's driveway????? Pay for a new back door? Of course not, it's getting pissed away. GuaranFUCKINGtee it.
Free money. Must be nice.
Day 1932
:)
Did The Bronx 10m. Remembering George Sheehan "wherever there is a runner, I have a friend," I parked. Lo and behold (as though finding parking near Yankee stadium wasn't miracle enough), 30 mins before the race the guy behind me pulls out. there's always a few stragglers who DON'T get up predawn, and @ the last minute find a spot. Lo and behold, the guy was doing the race. Lo and behold we ran together (that's guy code for "we kept each other in sight," guys don't get that close). @ the end, we hooked up back at our vehicles! Spoke for a bit, agreed to meet later for lunch.
As if that wasn't cool enough, met my nyrr peep, guy always takes pix of me. REALLY a kind soul.
Wait, it got better, Bitch out all night, AGAIN! The house was a home!!!!!!
Got a call from Pret to close the day.
Oh yes, did well @ the run, just over 10 mins. Nice medal too!
Did The Bronx 10m. Remembering George Sheehan "wherever there is a runner, I have a friend," I parked. Lo and behold (as though finding parking near Yankee stadium wasn't miracle enough), 30 mins before the race the guy behind me pulls out. there's always a few stragglers who DON'T get up predawn, and @ the last minute find a spot. Lo and behold, the guy was doing the race. Lo and behold we ran together (that's guy code for "we kept each other in sight," guys don't get that close). @ the end, we hooked up back at our vehicles! Spoke for a bit, agreed to meet later for lunch.
As if that wasn't cool enough, met my nyrr peep, guy always takes pix of me. REALLY a kind soul.
Wait, it got better, Bitch out all night, AGAIN! The house was a home!!!!!!
Got a call from Pret to close the day.
Oh yes, did well @ the run, just over 10 mins. Nice medal too!
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Day 1931
Today will be GREAT!
Doing The Bronx 10m, then hangin' with my Make Believe Friends @ the cabin. Nice!
Bitch? Out. Blew in to rage, drag laundry through the den, basically, be a mental bitch. Then, didn't come back. NICE!!!!!!!
62 degs, weather PERFECT!
Doing The Bronx 10m, then hangin' with my Make Believe Friends @ the cabin. Nice!
Bitch? Out. Blew in to rage, drag laundry through the den, basically, be a mental bitch. Then, didn't come back. NICE!!!!!!!
62 degs, weather PERFECT!
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Predictable
a.k.a. same old bullshit.
Yesterday: breaking balls about the garage. Today? The den, i.e. everything would be easier if we had a washer and dryer...where? OF COURSE in my den! (who the FUCK puts a washer and dryer in a den? Especially when there's no water line??? As its car sits in the neighbor's yard for yet ANOTHER week. Keep that focus babe).
Now, remember. I told it-repeatedly-that NOT balancing a load makes the washing machine dance around the basement. Did It listen? No. Of course, everything is someone/something ELSE'S fault. amazing. So, the washer we DO have is (of course) broken. did It make any attempt to have it repaired? Of course not, easier to whine/bitch/displace. And the dryer? Who fucking cares. Put it in the same trash heap as the oven (another appliance It broke, but somehow, it's the machine's fault).
This, from the same person who had the responsibility of supervising the asphalt repaving of the driveway. Which is now pitched TO the house rather than away. THIS from the same person who blames cheap carpet (over $1,000 cost) for it buckling. Yes, It was supervising that installation as well-while I was working. Tell you, the individual is INCAPABLE of doing anything to completion.
Oh yes, world hunger would also be solved if the washer and dryer were in the den.
Amazing.
Should'a, could'a, would'a.
As it trudges bags of dirty laundry through the den.Why? When the front door is steps closer? Because It is involved. You forgot?
Let's see what bullshit romorrow brings? Oh yes, I'm spending the day with my make believe friends.
Yesterday: breaking balls about the garage. Today? The den, i.e. everything would be easier if we had a washer and dryer...where? OF COURSE in my den! (who the FUCK puts a washer and dryer in a den? Especially when there's no water line??? As its car sits in the neighbor's yard for yet ANOTHER week. Keep that focus babe).
Now, remember. I told it-repeatedly-that NOT balancing a load makes the washing machine dance around the basement. Did It listen? No. Of course, everything is someone/something ELSE'S fault. amazing. So, the washer we DO have is (of course) broken. did It make any attempt to have it repaired? Of course not, easier to whine/bitch/displace. And the dryer? Who fucking cares. Put it in the same trash heap as the oven (another appliance It broke, but somehow, it's the machine's fault).
This, from the same person who had the responsibility of supervising the asphalt repaving of the driveway. Which is now pitched TO the house rather than away. THIS from the same person who blames cheap carpet (over $1,000 cost) for it buckling. Yes, It was supervising that installation as well-while I was working. Tell you, the individual is INCAPABLE of doing anything to completion.
Oh yes, world hunger would also be solved if the washer and dryer were in the den.
Amazing.
Should'a, could'a, would'a.
As it trudges bags of dirty laundry through the den.Why? When the front door is steps closer? Because It is involved. You forgot?
Let's see what bullshit romorrow brings? Oh yes, I'm spending the day with my make believe friends.
Day 1930
S.O.S.
GREAT am, got my miles. Cool and crisp. Was especially nice as I got up late (r) than usual (6), late night. So, got my miles, met my peeps, saw a flick, then Toxichouse. Crucial error. It was home, tanning (what ELSE would a cancer person be doing???).
House is a mess, dogshit in the grass, it sits, tanning. After cancer.....
I hadda do the inevitable, had been postponing the grass for as long as I could (last cut before winter), but since the time was right, hadda do it.
It tells me LIPA called re: tree trimming.
So, understand, it sits, doesn't do shit, and tells me something needs to be done.
Same old shit.
And no, the piles of shit aren't moved, at all.
But we tanned!!!!!
Then It has the balls to ask what my work hours are? I responded: "what are yours?"
...But I need counseling.....
GREAT am, got my miles. Cool and crisp. Was especially nice as I got up late (r) than usual (6), late night. So, got my miles, met my peeps, saw a flick, then Toxichouse. Crucial error. It was home, tanning (what ELSE would a cancer person be doing???).
House is a mess, dogshit in the grass, it sits, tanning. After cancer.....
I hadda do the inevitable, had been postponing the grass for as long as I could (last cut before winter), but since the time was right, hadda do it.
It tells me LIPA called re: tree trimming.
So, understand, it sits, doesn't do shit, and tells me something needs to be done.
Same old shit.
And no, the piles of shit aren't moved, at all.
But we tanned!!!!!
Then It has the balls to ask what my work hours are? I responded: "what are yours?"
...But I need counseling.....
Friday, September 26, 2014
Day 1929
:)
Sometimes you just gotta....
Sucks that I never got a summer, but what the fuck. At least I have a life I can be proud of (take note Shebitch).
A very good week. Case in point. yesterday I waiting, got a phone call from Charlie, ignored it. then his boss Rob. Dayum. Guess the news of my resignation didn't reach them yet. I explained, they understood, they were really cool. Stand up guys.
I say "sometimes you just gotta," because initially it was difficult. In a year full of transitions, bidding them adieu wasn't easy. Would'a been easier ignoring them, but it wouldn't have been right.
Again, Shebitch, take note. It's called "responsibility." Unlike what I found when I came in last night. My stuff, again, fucked with. It needed a bag, so guess from whence it came? My stuff uncovered. Just gotta fuck with my things.
I'm happy with who I am, it would'a been easier doing as It does. Ignoring the matter, or better: blaming others. But no. Gotta do the right thing.
THAT's called "sobriety." Rather than talk about it, some of us live it.
But I need counseling.......
Sometimes you just gotta....
Sucks that I never got a summer, but what the fuck. At least I have a life I can be proud of (take note Shebitch).
A very good week. Case in point. yesterday I waiting, got a phone call from Charlie, ignored it. then his boss Rob. Dayum. Guess the news of my resignation didn't reach them yet. I explained, they understood, they were really cool. Stand up guys.
I say "sometimes you just gotta," because initially it was difficult. In a year full of transitions, bidding them adieu wasn't easy. Would'a been easier ignoring them, but it wouldn't have been right.
Again, Shebitch, take note. It's called "responsibility." Unlike what I found when I came in last night. My stuff, again, fucked with. It needed a bag, so guess from whence it came? My stuff uncovered. Just gotta fuck with my things.
I'm happy with who I am, it would'a been easier doing as It does. Ignoring the matter, or better: blaming others. But no. Gotta do the right thing.
THAT's called "sobriety." Rather than talk about it, some of us live it.
But I need counseling.......
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