My auto insurance company sent me a check. Not a bill, a check. Recent changes on my policy made my bill go down and they sent me a check to cover the overpayment. An insurance company sent a check. Unasked for. I am utterly confused by this turn of events. I cashed it this morning so it was definitely a real check. From an insurance company.
I think I need to have a lie down over this whole thing. But first, a couple of updates!
Toby is not thriving. He looks sickly. I moved him outside (and changed his name accordingly) to see if he'll flourish there. Let's hope or else there will be amputations.
I had a doctor's appointment last Friday and I've dropped more weight. This is good. Very good indeed.
And just for Taco, see what I got here? It's a new special edition of Dark City. SAY THAT YOU LOVE IT! SAY IT!
As you were.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Paging Dr. Clitterhouse
So yeah, not really random and not really massive updatey goodness but maybe the lovechild of those two.
LOVECHILD! NEVER MEANT TO BE!
*ahem*
Right then, I've been moved into the new place for a few weeks now and I likes it. You never can tell how much you truly missed the quiet until you get it back. The new TV is exerting some kind of strange power over me. Sometimes I have to resist the urge to just turn it on and stare at it. It might be evil. I wouldn't get rid of it for that, I'm just sayin' if I disappear that's where you should look for me, Poltergeist-Carol Ann style.
I got a big ass plant for the place now. It's a kind of palm tree that I named Toby. I'd tell you why I named it that but it's the kind of thing that's really only funny if you have no sense of right and wrong. I thought it was hysterical. It also made me realize that I need more plants.
I realized that I don't own any porn. At all. None. That can't be healthy. fett was supposed to supply me with nun porn but did he? Did he!? NO!
I still have nothing hanging on the walls. Still. I have things to hang, I just haven't put them up. I'm a lazy, lazy man.
Again with the uproar for the new Madden? No thanks. I've played Madden since the very beginning and I have no interest. One thing I've learned is that whoever the actual Madden is gaga over will be unbeatable in the game. So if you don't pick New England and you play them, they will smash you and I am NOT picking them. I got NCAA '09 instead.
Speaking of football, it's almost here. GET EXCITED, BITCHES!
Taco, your brother says you're a dirty filthy liar and he denies all knowledge of the incident in question.
I finally managed to track down and purchase the only book I didn't own by my favorite author. It's been out of print for long and long and every time I've seen it for sale, always online, it's either outrageously priced or held together with spit and hope. I got it used but in damn fine condition. I am extremely well pleased by this. A few of you can kind of imagine my level of yay over it.
After adding up my trade-ins and applying them I paid $2.16 for my copy of Spaced. So not only do I finally own it, I only paid 2 bucks for it brand new. Sometimes life forgets to shit on you and it is good.
After much begging and coercing my company has moved a bunch of us to 4 day work weeks. The savings on gas alone are more than worth the extra long four days. Plus having off every Monday does NOT suck. Lounging around reading or watching movies while everyone else is at work makes me happy in the pant covered area. If I wore pants. Which I don't. Cast off the fabric chains of the oppressor!
Lately I've been telling everyone I'm hung like an elevator button. No one else seems to think it's funny. Heathens, one and all.
How is it that there are only two weeks between the spring and autumn softball leagues? Can I get a rest!? No? Fine!
I went through my books while I was unpacking them after the move to do a great purge like I've been threatening to do for some time now. I took out 203 books which will get donated to this thing I support. I think my book buying might, might, be a bit out of hand when I can pick out 200+ books to give away and still have 7 full shelves. I probably have about a thousand left. I figure as long as I own a book I haven't read I can never die. At this rate I'll live for...ever actually.
I miss Toby.
I think a friend of mine is going to ask me out pretty soon. I've been celibate, by choice, for the last five years. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole situation. Clearly I'll have to find a way for Mario Kart to decide what I should do.
Seriously, elevator button. It's shameful.
There was other stuff I wanted to talk about but I've forgotten all of it. Ah memory, you dodgy old bird.
LOVECHILD! NEVER MEANT TO BE!
*ahem*
Right then, I've been moved into the new place for a few weeks now and I likes it. You never can tell how much you truly missed the quiet until you get it back. The new TV is exerting some kind of strange power over me. Sometimes I have to resist the urge to just turn it on and stare at it. It might be evil. I wouldn't get rid of it for that, I'm just sayin' if I disappear that's where you should look for me, Poltergeist-Carol Ann style.
I got a big ass plant for the place now. It's a kind of palm tree that I named Toby. I'd tell you why I named it that but it's the kind of thing that's really only funny if you have no sense of right and wrong. I thought it was hysterical. It also made me realize that I need more plants.
I realized that I don't own any porn. At all. None. That can't be healthy. fett was supposed to supply me with nun porn but did he? Did he!? NO!
I still have nothing hanging on the walls. Still. I have things to hang, I just haven't put them up. I'm a lazy, lazy man.
Again with the uproar for the new Madden? No thanks. I've played Madden since the very beginning and I have no interest. One thing I've learned is that whoever the actual Madden is gaga over will be unbeatable in the game. So if you don't pick New England and you play them, they will smash you and I am NOT picking them. I got NCAA '09 instead.
Speaking of football, it's almost here. GET EXCITED, BITCHES!
Taco, your brother says you're a dirty filthy liar and he denies all knowledge of the incident in question.
I finally managed to track down and purchase the only book I didn't own by my favorite author. It's been out of print for long and long and every time I've seen it for sale, always online, it's either outrageously priced or held together with spit and hope. I got it used but in damn fine condition. I am extremely well pleased by this. A few of you can kind of imagine my level of yay over it.
After adding up my trade-ins and applying them I paid $2.16 for my copy of Spaced. So not only do I finally own it, I only paid 2 bucks for it brand new. Sometimes life forgets to shit on you and it is good.
After much begging and coercing my company has moved a bunch of us to 4 day work weeks. The savings on gas alone are more than worth the extra long four days. Plus having off every Monday does NOT suck. Lounging around reading or watching movies while everyone else is at work makes me happy in the pant covered area. If I wore pants. Which I don't. Cast off the fabric chains of the oppressor!
Lately I've been telling everyone I'm hung like an elevator button. No one else seems to think it's funny. Heathens, one and all.
How is it that there are only two weeks between the spring and autumn softball leagues? Can I get a rest!? No? Fine!
I went through my books while I was unpacking them after the move to do a great purge like I've been threatening to do for some time now. I took out 203 books which will get donated to this thing I support. I think my book buying might, might, be a bit out of hand when I can pick out 200+ books to give away and still have 7 full shelves. I probably have about a thousand left. I figure as long as I own a book I haven't read I can never die. At this rate I'll live for...ever actually.
I miss Toby.
I think a friend of mine is going to ask me out pretty soon. I've been celibate, by choice, for the last five years. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole situation. Clearly I'll have to find a way for Mario Kart to decide what I should do.
Seriously, elevator button. It's shameful.
There was other stuff I wanted to talk about but I've forgotten all of it. Ah memory, you dodgy old bird.
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