February 2003
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Wow, my mom called me
01 February, 2003 at 11:07 AM by Ren | Permalink
Wow, my mom called me about an hour ago to tell me to turn on the TV and see that the space shuttle Columbia apparently blew up in re-entry.
I don't know what else to say. I'm shocked and saddened. I'm sure you all know what happened already but just in case:
http://story.news.yahoo.com/fc?cid=34&tmpl=fc&in=Science&cat=Space_Shuttle.
Happy Birthday
01 February, 2003 at 07:33 PM by Ren | Permalink
Since I do this for everyone else, why should I leave Paw off this?
Happy Birthday to my Dad. He's *cough*48*cough* today. Happy Birthday Dad...despite the bad news today : )
Fuck you Wells Fargo!
04 February, 2003 at 01:57 PM by Ren | Permalink
So, today, I check my balance online to see that the paycheck I deposited made it into my checking account oK. I discover that there is a $150 returned item; turns out the money that I leant my mother last month which she subsequently re-deposited into my account didn't make, so it got returned. No big whoop, right?
There was also a $5 "return item fee."
What the FUCK?
Why am I getting penalized for an error on someone elses part? Completely ridiculous. I understand that banks charge fees for this and for that. Hell, I once moved and I got charged $5 for forgetting to update my address and had my bank statement returned to me (it was a returned statement fee). What I don't dig is how completely exorbitant these fees are. I know it costs money to run the bank. It does not cost you $5 to process a returned item. Not even close. It's just like with ATMs; you know it doesn't cost them the $2 they charge you when you use someone elses ATM. Screw that, it barely costs them a few pennies to use someone else's network.
I'm totally disputing this charge. Totally and completely. I refuse to pay it; I will sooner move my bank account than pay that damn fee. Especially after the attitude one MARIA LOPEZ copped with me. When I said that I flat out refused to pay the fee she said, in the rudest tone a fat bitch like her can muster "That is the wrong attitude to have, mister." I was like, WTF? Who are you?
No way.
You do not pull that shit with me. We disputed the facts about this fee for quite some time, when finally they said that the person that *could* rescind the fee for me wasn't there anyway. I left my business card (they were a little surprised that I had a card) and said I expect a call promptly. Then she asked where my father worked (I had mentioned he was a banker). I told her where, then she asked for his name, so I said "not that its any of your business, but his name is Hugo."
I am so writing a letter to someone important at Wells Fargo. I'm getting that bleached blonde bitch (her name is 3B from now on, folks) into trouble. Don't fuck with Ren when he's in a bad mood.
Something weird is happening with
10 February, 2003 at 11:03 AM by Ren | Permalink
Something weird is happening with the templates today and the feature has dissapeared. I don't know what's going on.
I'll fix it later today when I get a chance.
I'll post more about what's going on in my life too later. I think.
Figured out what went wrong
10 February, 2003 at 02:19 PM by Ren | Permalink
Figured out what went wrong with my page. I had my configuration set to seven days...which on the big journal part is ok, but isn't so cool for the feature, that one needs to stay for longer...oops ; )
New Socks!
10 February, 2003 at 04:17 PM by Ren | Permalink
Yesterday I went shopping with Krysdol.
Not for anything exciting, mind you. This was strictly Go-to-Target-and-buy-boring-stuff. Soap, garbage bags, and socks.
Yes, socks.
I debated with myself that morning on whether I'd do laundry or just go and buy new socks, which I needed anyway. Socks are what force me to have to do laundry every week. Because I'm a lazy bastard (and also because I don't have a houseboy) I went with the new socks.
Fuck you, I know I'm lazy. Ask my father. Anyway, the point of this tired topic is that Krysdol was all "but you still have to do laundry to wash the new socks" to which I countered, "I don't think so honey; new socks equals clean socks. The only new clothes you have to wash before you wear are vintage things from resale shops." I totally live by that credo. The new outfit you buy from the Gap--so long as it's pre-washed--is good to go out the day you buy it. Just make sure you take off all the tags and stickers.
Am I lazy, or just wrong for that? I guess I can't be all that lazy, cuz if I really were lazy, I just wouldn't care at all.
*coughcough* *hack*
13 February, 2003 at 11:03 AM by Ren | Permalink
I really need to get better before next week.
You see, I've been fighting this cold for a week or two now. The cold itself is gone; all that remains is the wicked cough. I dont' have much crap left in my lungs anymore, though, so that's good. It still sucks to take a deep breath and feel all that goo in your lungs churning around which makes you cough violently. I swear to you, there's like 2 drops left, but they're stubborn and refuse to leave, so cough, cough, hack I go until they leave.
Other than that, things are relatively stable in my life. I'm quite curious about the three surprises that Wonderbread has planned for me. Ok, who am I kidding? It's driving me nucking futs! Especially since Rollermog, Batman and Krysdol know.
Ugh.
Don't get me wrong, I like surprises, but I hate not knowing! I'll get over it, unfortunately, sometime in March (that's when he's visiting, you see...so he can give the surprises to me).
I'm trying to think of what else to say, but I can't think of a damn thing. You would think with me only posting once every few days that I'd have a lot more to say--apparently not.
Oh! I do have one thing to say: I need to stop watching MSNBC. See, I'm flying from San Antonio to El Paso to visit family and attend a party next weekend. All this "high terror alert" nonsense has me going batty. I'm terrified of flying in an airplane right now. I really have no reason to, it's a small airplane that's puddle jumping from San Antonio to El Paso. But I'm still freaking out about the whole terrorism thing. Why can't we just drive there? *sigh*
Fuck Valentine's Day!
14 February, 2003 at 02:40 PM by Ren | Permalink
I know it's harsh language, but this has got to be my least favorite of all the modern holidays. I've hated Valentine's day since I was little; I never liked giving the icky girls Valentine cards (come to think of it, that's not such a problem now, is it?) and I hated giving "Be mine" candies to boys--how gay is that? Yuck.
So now that I'm grown up, I still hate Valentine's day. Mostly because its crammed down your throat how romantic it is, or how your valentine is supposed to give you all these wonderful things and shower you with love. Fuck that. I haven't ever had a Valentine--and I don't expect to for quite some time. Blah!
Oh well. I'm going to put something on my door. Let me tell you what it is. Everyone in the building has these stupid little construction paper cutouts of hearts. They each have a saying just like on those candy hearts that everyone gets on Valentine's day. Well, I'm making one for me, only it's going to say "Bite Me." instead of Be Mine.
Fuck Valentine's Day!
(for real though, i'm not THAT bitter about it. I just like bitching about this holiday)