bitterdiva

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.

01:18 PM

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Posted by: Kraftus at February 24, 2003 10:51 PM

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