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[6/17/2004]
The angry red arm. Arrrrgg
I refuse to be upset.
I refuse to let you ruin my day. I refuse to have you screw up my admittedly non-perfect life, to wreck havoc on my mental state. I refuse to feel sorry for myself on your behalf. I refuse to think like a worthless individual just because you think I am. I refuse to become bitter about life, to be downtrodden by your stuck up nose, a mile higher than the stratosphere. I refuse to accept your insolence. I refuse to be treated like dirt along the side of the curb, feeling so low that I have to reach up to touch the ground. I refuse to feel like crap whenever you take a dump on me. I refuse to be cast - thrown aside, shaken like dice, flung, or dropped. I refuse for pain to add up. I refuse to pay the penance of your opulent arrogance, peering down on me like a hawk to its prey. In short, I refuse to feel like spit, with an "h". ....Today, I take a stand.
In my newfound vigor to ensure I am not being defrauded in anyway, I went to check out my VISA balance online even though no payment was due.
When I logged into the account, it showed I owed in excess of $2000 dollars. I flipped out. I called VISA's emergency hotline right away, and frantically slothed through the automated menus until I found a live person. I then asked said person to see if anything was amiss. And wouldn't you believe it? In the last month, including my stupid dentist fees, I blew over Two-Gees, and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing. Nudda. No Nikon D70. No motorcycle parts. Heck, even the stupid wiper linkage was only $80 CAD, and I paid for that in cash! So how the flip did I blow two thousand dollars on nothing? Oh my gawd. Them credit cards are evil. I guess the problem is that I'm not a cheapskate when I hang out. Oh sure, I eat the same disgusting dinner every night when I'm by myself, but as soon as I go out with anyone else, I spend like Daddy Worbucks. Thanks family for coming to visit me. Hey, I know that $2K for some is pocket change, but I keep thinking that I just lost my right to buy a D70. ....Time to start packing lunch again.
[6/16/2004]
I just signed up for The Company's dragonboat team. While I'm a somewhat of a competitive person in nature, I am having second thoughts about joining the hardcore team.
I want to do well, but I don't know if I can be good. And I'd hate to suck. Worse, I hate to be the one that makes the whole team suck. ....Suck.
[6/15/2004]
Dang it, it's been more than three weeks since I've hit the gym on a regular basis.
Everything's shrunken, nothig sticks out or puffs up. The worst part is trying to get back into it. All my weights are down, I can't bench press for crap. My gut has returned and fat is once again enveloping my face. This is horrible. I'm so not ready for the summer. It looks like sweatshirts and indoor activities all summer long for me peeps. ....See you next year.
[6/14/2004]
Take a close look at the red patch before you.
It hurts, a lot.
[6/13/2004]
Finally got around to fixing my wipers. Eighty dollars and three hours later, I finally got it fixed.
What bugs me is that it should have only taken half an hour, but the stupid plastic cover thing that protects the windshield at the bottom took forever to fit. In the end, I drove to a local VeeDub dealership to see how Golfs are put together. So how did I finally get it to fit? Brute force - well sorta. It took punches after punches to get the weather strip to go where it is supposed to go. You had to hammer pretty hard with the meaty part of a palm before it is properly settled. I must have removed my wiper arms 5-6 times before finally realizing all it took was fustrated anger and raw knuckles. The only "good" thing is that I noticed Volkswagen do improve their own products when they know of a defect. The linkage arm ends now have a protective cap on top to prevent rust, which is what killed my pair to begin with. ....Let it rain, I'm ready for ya. |
