Jun. 26th, 2006

oneirophrenia: (Mad Scientist 1)
Watch Maury Povich torture this crazy-ass girl who's terrified of...pickles!

"What I hate most about a pickle is..the shape...the color of it..."

Yeah, I'm laughing at someone's obvious misfortune and discomfort. But, man, if you're terrified of pickles...you're good for nothing but ridicule. Giant spiders, heights, Terminators, the number 2001299011, doo-doo on a stick--I can understand these kinds of fears. But pickles? Dear lord, if someone knows this girl, keep her FAR AWAY FROM ME.

Oh, BTW: today's my birthday, and what am I gonna do in celebration of it? Not a goddamned thing. I don't have the $$$ to do anything except maybe go to the movies, but that's okay: lounging around the house with my cat is just as good!
oneirophrenia: (Mr. Rogers)
Can my existence get any more annoying?

OK, healthwise, I'm fine. Never felt better, in fact. But this runaround with the goddamned County Assistance office just to get my medical bills paid for is getting out of hand. All I needed, originally, was to apply for assistance and be denied so the hospital's own Special Assistance programme or whatever it's called would pick it up. They would've paid it all. But, instead, now County Assistance has been sending me all manner of paperwork demanding information on my life insurance policies, ATM balance receipts, tax statements, and god knows what else....I am this close to telling them to go to hell, waiting for the first hospital bill to come in, and then filing for bankruptcy. At this point, I don't know what else to do.

I am also officially broke until next week.

Screw it. My uncle's sending me $50 for my birthday: I'm using that to go to DC for the big Freaks United show. TSN will be there, and Iris. I need to hide from my existence for a while--might as well do it in the nation's capitol.


Jun. 26th, 2006 05:20 pm
oneirophrenia: (Mr. Rogers)
Telecommunications breakdown.

For some reason, I'm not getting a lot of IMs people have sent me, even though I've tried using both GAIM, AOL Triton, and Trillian--so, considering that and the fact that I have been having a hard time accessing certian websites, I must conclude that my net connection is being wonky. Hopefully, it'll get resolved soon.

My phone's officially screwed-up, too. The problem is not with CellularOne's network service, but with the phone itself. They've ordered me yet another replacement, which should be here in a few days. Until then, I still have my "old" phone and it does work...but it's very spotty, so if anyone needs me, be sure to leave a message if I don't pick up.

Ugh. Pain in my damned ass.

You know what? It's time for a glass of absinthe. While reading [livejournal.com profile] greygirlbeast's awesome story "Le Peau Verte." And speaking of peaus, I might watch Le Peau Blanc again later on, since nothing gets my motor revving more than cannibalistic transhuman redheads. (Well, as much as my motor can rev anymore, which is only a shade away from "not at all.")


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