Need to shower to get rid of the scotch that I spilled on my leg.
Damn, how much scotch did you spill that you require a shower?
Maria, yikes! You okay?
Finally, I love my neighborhood, but I hate the fact that my across-the-street neighbors consider any temperature above 50 degrees as sufficient for them to hang out on their front porch all. day. long. (this includes evening as well), talking at the top of their lungs, hooting and shouting at each other and their kids and whoever else decides to show up. And if no one else is around, the mom will just sit on the porch and talk on her phone, loudly, all. day. long.
I should be grateful they stopped the loud music, and I am, but god DAMN. Does it not occur to them that no one else treats their own front porch as the community center and how-loud-can-you-talk contest? It's 80 degrees and I want to keep the windows and front door open, but that means I have to listen to them hollering.
I'm going to blast Harry Connick Jr. out the windows. I swear it.
Damn, how much scotch did you spill that you require a shower?
Not much -- less than an inch in a plastic cup -- but it soaked through my jeans over most of my thigh.
Heh.West coast is only a vacation destination at this point, sadly. We can't afford to move. Being upside down on the house guarantees it.
Tep, I'm ok, just fucking pissed. The assholes are handling me, and that's the one thing I detest.
Waiting to board my flight home.
Turned out the check cleared on the same day as the overdrafts, just later.
Huh. You know they put the charges through before the deposits, right? They do that shit deliberately; it's happened to me several times.
Maria, good luck on removing yourself to a better situation!
Steph, I feel we are as one. My problem is the gangsta-wannabes who drive by with their horrid music blaring and the bass turned up so loud my windows vibrate. Several times a day. I've threatened to blast back at them with Charlie Daniels Band or something.
{{{Maria}}}
My fortune cookie tells me "All your hard work will soon pay off." I think I'm taping this one above my desk.
It's my own fault, since I got complacent and didn't look for anything else when the getting was good.
Sorry everyone. I needed to vent and I couldn't do it in the middle of the airport.
All I know about my friend's baby is that he is out of surgery. Hopefully he is already on the road to a full recovery.
We have pizza and drinks for dinner.
Maria, vent away and don't apologize. It's one of the things we're here for.
