October 2007 - Posts
First off, yesterday, on a whim, I decided to log onto the sprint website and see if my daughter was talking too much when it was not a night or weekend. I had continuously warned her not to, and I warned her that text messages were 15 cents a piece, and as of October 1, 20 cents a piece.
She sent and received 1500 text messages in September and 1075 in October. Needless to say, her ass owes me some money. Really, I was just puzzled why, when there is the free internet, free land line, and free cell phone calls after 7, she did this. In addition, for 10 bucks prophylactically, I could have added unlimited text to her phone in the first place. Apparently she'd rather be indebted to me for 440 dollars instead of being with the program and owing me 10 bucks a month.
Anyhow, its a testament to my medication that I did not lose my temper at all. I remember being a teenager and running up a humongous phone bill calling my then baby daddy, BAAL.
Because I ran late (my own fault) over the sprint issue, I was late for a seminar that I was required to attend for school. I got there five minutes late and then could not get in b/c the doors were locked. At that very moment, the tornado sirens went off. I decide to go home, and the whole ride the tornado sirens are blaring and the sky looks like the apocalypse. I get home, zule has the kids sequestered in the basement. I went down with them and played yahtzee for an hour until the tornado threat was over. We did not even have rain.
1. tanning bed much?
2. Better luck retaining custody from the state with this baby.
3. I don't want to play the clothespin game.
4. Yes, I brought my son, a male, to this sacred ritual.
5. Yes, he's very happy that he won a floral arrangement (pink) as a door prize.
6. Yes, he's probably gay.
In the early hours of Sunday,
May 18,
1980 in his kitchen after having viewed
Werner Herzog's film
Stroszek and listening to
Iggy Pop's
The Idiot, Ian Curtis hanged himself. Many rumours surround the possible specifics and reasons for his self-hanging.
That's from wikipedia. A friend once told me he hung himself by standing on a block of ice and waiting for it to melt with a noose around his neck, and judging by the amount of cigarettes smoked, it took a while. However, the friend that told me that had a flair for the theatrical.
Its about 90 degrees here in kentucky, in october. Ridiculous. Its stopped raining. Its like living in Florida, except its dry.
So, I was waiting for an interview for a public "advocacy" position (e.g. representing poor people in rural areas of Kentucky, and don't get me wrong, they have an amazing program, and they pay back my student loans). . . my former tax professor walks by. For some reason, he wants me to work at the IRS. I pointed out that I'd missed the deadline (through my own stupidity) to get an interview. Then he says, "o, see if they'll go fax your resume over, if they won't, I'm meeting with the interviewers, and I'll tell them to interview you anyway. You should do it youre smart." I went over to career placement and sure enough, even though I'm a month late on the submittal, they agreed to fax the papers over. Hot damn! Apparently the deadlines are completely arbitrary. I do feel kind of weird that my tax professor thinks I'm smart.
Okay, so last year, I interviewed for a job I really wanted with a real estate litigation firm. Word on the street is that the boss man hires for looks. So I brought my A-game to the interview. I do the interview, I wait for results, I get a rejection letter that says "you are overqualified for the position." Okay, then. So then, I find out today who got that position, and I'll tell ya what, she's super hot. So I feel stupid, old and ugly.
Validate me!