bitterdiva

Hi Ho!

It's not off to work I go. I took the day off since I've been feeling like shizze all week. I got all my work done yesterday and seeing that I've been doing way more than a human should be asked, I wouldn't get any better continually dragging my ass to work. So I'm home. I'll probably go back to bed and catch more Z's or continue watching the first season of 24. The possibilities are endless. I could even if the mood struck me clean my room. But I think that's another day's activity.

No prayers | 08:23 AM

Succumb

Deep into the dungeon of my cubicle I hold my heart in a tiny black box. Every morning when I enter the building and head up the stairs, round the corner, do the death march to the end of the aisle, turn and enter my dungeon I remove my heart. Some days I leave it in my car so I don’t have to burden myself with carrying it up the stairs and torturing it with the inanity of workplace logistics. I become a cold and heartless goddess plotting the demise of the world as my brain instantly goes numb by the sound of the continuing print job that never ceases to finish.

I’m becoming angrier and angrier as each day passes. The load increases and I slowly feel all my hopes and dreams being sucked out of my body to become oil for the machine that runs the organization. Some days the light at the end of the tunnel is a note from an administrator that says ‘we are poor, you’re next to go, pack you bags.” From the surface it looks bad, but I fear it’s the only way I will ever escape. I shouldn’t complain, after all, I come from a short line of survivalists.

I wonder if it would be much easier working for Wolfram and Hart? Probably not since they’re all dead.

3 prayers | 11:24 AM

Slainte!

It's AR's birthday and all my Snape groups and HP sites are going crazy with messages about him. I'll raise my glass later this evening and have a pint.

My computer is finally working. It was the motherboard. Now I'm working with a KT333 chipset and DDR RAM. Such a beautiful and sechzi machine Metatron is. I bet I could give a couple of those geekie frat brothers of mine a run for their bling.

Which reminds me. Some people are inherently 'cool' and some people are 'cool' because they ram it down your throat like Ron Jeremy would if he was raping your uvula. I don't need to know every moment of your life, even if it was so outstanding it would appear in a science fiction novela. No one cares, get over it. The sooner you learn that your arrogant "love me, love me, love me" act gets tiresome, the faster we can go on about our lives. Just because you move into the same city as me, doesn't make it any more cooler than when it was before you were here. In fact, the city is less cooler because you and your significant other bring down the coolness quotient.

From what I hear, this weekend is the fetish party. Yeah okay, let's get a bunch of lowly (and lonely) geeks into a small house, theme it fetish, supply alcohol, and soon you'll smell that poignant pungence of sexual frustration. If you had magical glasses to make smells appear as liquids, it would look like the walls were bleeding. I honestly never understood fetishes, at least the sexual kind. I have pen fetishes, british actor fetishes, programmer fetishes, and Star Wars fetishes, but no bondage tie-me-up/tie-me-down spank me with a cat of nine tails dominate me baby fetishes.

On a completely different topic, I had car insurance problems again. My insurance company cancelled my policy because I didn't disclose information about one of my roommates even though the information I thought they were asking about did not pertain to him. They say they informed me of the cancellation, but I never received the letter. And my suck-a-roo agent failed to notify me of the cancellation. I called them after finding out on Tuesday about the cancellation when the agent says, "your policy is cancelled" and I informed them that I just learned of the news and the women says, "i told you about this" to which I retort, "no you told me to call them, which I did, this is a different matter." So long story short, got new insurance (cheaper than the other place) and I no longer have to succumb to the horrible, horrible agent. Almost 4 years I've been with this place, more than three incidences of them royally f-ing me over. The good side, since I had to provide my new company with proof of insurance, Patsy got his Phish tickets.

How shit ends up in my room is a different matter. I think because my room is located right out of the dining room that when a quick fix is needed for cleaning, shit get's placed on my bed and gets lost in the alligator pit that it becomes. No matter how many times I clean that room, within a day it's destroyed. I need to figure out a better method of keeping it straightened out. Maybe it's my organizational skills that need some rehashing.

It's currently 40 degrees outside, the warmest it's been all year. All the snow is melting, which will cause floods and shit, but we're hilly it'll just flow into the Hudson and the city will have to wory about it. Tonight is supposed to start being shizzy out. Freezing rain and snow until Sunday. At least I have it to myself and the DVD-ROM in Metatron works so I can watch movies.

1 prayer | 01:18 PM

Some day, one day I'll have a computer

On Friday morning, I rejoiced to find my income tax return happily pushing the limits of my bank account. I thought about the computer fair all day, plotting, scheming, determined to obtain a computer fast enough for the day I currently live in. Saturday, I embarked on a shopping excursion to kill time, hang out with Meredith and John, and perhaps spend a little of the bling that I was currently holding onto. I picked up these awesome red boots by sketchers for $30, and they're in my size which is even more impressive. That being done, came home, ordered food, hung out with *heeeyyyyyyy* Larry and passed out - hoping that the time would pass quickly until the fair.

Sunday, I woke up, got my shizze together and went in search of my components. I got an Athlon 2100+ XP, a GA-7ZXE mobo, a dvd rom, a totally phat case, and a Samsung 15" LCD monitor. Kristian bought me a video card for the computer as apart of the whole Anniversary gig thing. Overall it was a good day, and I got some great deals.

I had Kristian help me put together the computer, since I love learning about this shizze. Got it together, got it complete, popped in my old HD, got it formatting and there we go, installation error. Tried winXP, win98, and win2k - nothing seemed to work, except kristian got win2k going so I was able to check my e-mail Monday morning. That was it. Popped in the 8 gig last night, didn't work, nothing seems to want to be working with my now fast machine.

Hopefully tonight after some tweaking we'll find the problem. It's just so damn frustrating having a somewhat respectable system and not being able to use it. By the way, the monitor is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. And the fact that I can carry it around the apartment in my left hand is such an awesome thing... now I must go and clean myself.

1 prayer | 12:33 PM

Ashcroft = Minion of Satan

Normally, I don't post blog-esque links to something, but this morning during my hunt for news regarding the Governor's Proposal for work, I ran across a NY Times article. In it Ashcroft is urging, wait make that ordered, attorneys in New York and Connecticut to seek the death penalty for certain defendents. I don't care about people, whether they live or die, but this just reinforces the opinion that Aschroft is an evil minion. He's not like The Big Bad but he's certainly no Angel.

2 prayers | 08:25 AM