I tried, man.
I had a great, revealing little story to tell, but I just can’t do it…
I tried, man.
I had a great, revealing little story to tell, but I just can’t do it…
First Arrested Development gets the ax… and now Alias. WTF?
Happy Turkey Day!!
I love, love, love Mitch Hedberg! Man, I just had to get that out.
Perhaps more to come later…
Okay, so if someone has a good experience with a company, they’ll tell a friend. If they have a bad experience, they tell 5. Well I’m not just someone, so I am trying to tell at least a few hundred… over time.
Don’t ever, ever get a credit card with AT&T Universal card. I’ve had credit cards with (too) many companies, and they have given me the run around time and time again for stupid shit. The final straw? I missed one payment by 8 days, then made an immediate payment over the phone. They decided that my penalty should be a $40 fee and taking my interest rate from 12% to 30%! Yes, worse than a goddamned store credit account. Ok, so here’s the rub: I closed this account in May. Apparently, because this account is closed they cannot change the interest rate down. That’s what the lovely customer service rep informed me of. So, until I pay down the account in full, my interest rate is 30%. Fuck me, and fuck AT&T Universal.
Tell your friends.
I’m trying to be a bit more aware and cautious about what I eat, particularly when eating out because things can get way out of hand very fast. So, I moseyed on over to the websites of some of the local places I eat lunch during the work week. Lo and behold, Moe’s has their nutritional information posted on their site. Well, I usually get a Joey Bag of Donuts burrito– delicioso!! I wasn’t quite as shocked to find out that it has 29 grams of fat as I was to lear that each Joey burrito has 1111 CALORIES!! That took a second to register in my brain.
So, Adios, Moe’s! No burrito is worth over eleven-hundred calories. No way.
This song is about “not feeling so bad about your own mortality when you have true love.”
For context/clarity/kicks, you can see the lyrics to Grace here. I’m pretty sure you can find the track on iTunes or some similar musical outlet.
I found a good article while perusing the web to verify that I heard Mr. Buckley’s introduction clearly and transcribed it accurately. Here’s an excerpt from that article:
“…what Buckley is best remembered for… [his] lack of inhibition. He sings with every emotion he has, turning all of his energy into a seduction of the individual listener.”
Grr. That’s precisely what drew me into his music, and it’s what keeps me coming back time and again… (Are you getting the hint, people? Do whatever it takes– get your hands on some Jeff Buckley tunes and just rock the hell out. Call it a “shared experience.” Humor me.)
…more every time I listen to Grace after having not heard the album in some period of time (months, perhaps?). So lovely, so timely. Sir Buckley (yes, he’s a Knight– in my (lauren’s) world) left us all too soon, but he lives on with each spin of his records (so to speak…).
So, here’s to one of my top 2 all-time favorite vocalists (the other being MJK)… Grace is hitting home yet again… and always in a slightly different light. There were so many quotes I could have pulled from any song on Grace, but I’ve always had a weak spot for this track. I’ll leave you with a little Buckley, but I highly advise that you seek out some real tunes. He’s the man.
When i’m broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i’ll wait for you… and i’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
Man, I am just having a hell of a week. Things were pretty great overall for the past couple months, and then WHOOSH! Everything goes down the toilet. Well, to be fair, not everything has completely gone to hell. It’s just a lot of crappy things seem to have befallen me with the start of this week.
Even now, I’m not even finishing typing my goddamned post… but I managed to hit something that made the post submit as-is. So I am still working on this post… if you’re reading it now and this is the last paragraph break, then come back for all the side-splitting excitement.
Yes, I AM in a mood. If you have a problem with it and don’t care to read my rant, then go somewhere else. The faint of heart need not continue. So what the fuck is my deal, then? Shall I continue on in utter abstraction ad nauseum? Certainly not. Well, let’s see… for starters, my boyfriend left town on Monday, which kinda sucks. Not sure what his plan is, but I hope that I we can figure all that out. That’s one thing I’m pretty guarded about, folks. Current relationships. I just don’t like to divulge too much of what I am thinking/feeling/etc. I would hate for my significant other to catch wind of something I posted via the gossip train, particularly if it were out of context. Plus, I just have issues in general with revealing too much/too little in romantic relationships, so that chip on my shoulder holds me back. Needless to say, my point is… my man is gone, for now at least, and it sucks.
What else, what else? Well, I managed to plan my finances poorly and blow through my paycheck over the weekend. I had been very on top of my finances and budget before I switched jobs, but I hadn’t taken the time to update my budget or keep track of my spending/bill paying once I started my new job… plus I started dating the guy I am with now around this time… and going out a lot more… so my spending has been a bit unbridled. Without thinking, I paid a bunch of my bills… then realized that I’d missed a payment on one of my credit cards. Not only did the bastards make me pay the missed payment, the current payment, and a late fee… but the fuckers raised my APR from a decent 10% to a ridiculous 30%. Something about that is just wrong. Clearly, I am having some, albeit limited, issues with making my payments on time. So I screw up once… and you completely fuck me over. Let’s see, this poor young girl is so broke she missed a payment. Hmm, let’s anally rape her for all she’s worth and more. So, not only do I have about $0 to live on for the next week and a half, now I have to desperately try to get a new credit card (if possible, given my credit rating) or seek out a consumer credit counseling agency. I think I am going to attempt the latter.
Okay, well it looks like lunch time is over… I’ll try to continue this lovely rant at a later time. Any advice would be great… or even shared stories of woe and financial torment. Peace for now.
To add insult to injury, my favorite jeans (and the only ones that actually fit comfortably right now due to my recent binge of drinking, eating junk, and not exercising) have sprouted holes and are refusing to accept the patches that I’ve ironed on in a futile attempt to save this ever-so expensive, stylish item of clothing that’s becoming a commodity in my wardrobe. [see my post from yesterday re. hating clothes because (a) I spend too much on them (jeans in particular) for them to tear up faster than any Levi’s I could beat the shit out of, and (b) because my fat ass isn’t fitting nicely in my wardrobe so I hate all my clothes in general]. Fuck.
I realized that the commitment to do well and to be well is a lifetime of choices that you make daily. The space to live in is not “I’ll try.” Not “I want to.” Not “I really want to.” It’s “I have decided.”
My stupid new (only 2 months old) black pair of slacks from the Gap are already sprouting a small hole near the back pocket for no apparent reason.
My favorite (designer) jeans always manage to sprout holes. I patch them until I can’t patch them anymore.
My favorite Corduroy jacket has sprouted a hole at the elbow of my right arm.
For this and other reasons, I hate clothes. But I have to have them and wear them. And part of my problem is also that I’ve had quite a time lately drinking lots of beer and Jager, which means that half of my clothes don’t fit as I’d like them to. So that’s a bitch, too. Clothes suck. I wish I could wear a fucking uniform… of my own creation, I suppose… I guess I *could.* I just need to find some slacks that don’t rip and some decent style shirts I don’t have to iron. But man, do I want to do that? Grr. It’s a struggle.