Another Reason....

...why banks continue to suck ass.....



i understand i went negative in my checking account. i also understand that i deposited money to cover it that same day. must you still charge me a $68.00 service fee??



oh yes - that's right. you must because you suck.



the other reason banks suck.

Argh (to infinity)

so you may have noticed (or not) that i didn't post yesterday - screwing up the whole NaBloPoMo thing.....

it wasn't a bad day or a hectic day. i sat down at the end of it to blog and tried getting this one little picture i had taken to show up in one of the programs i have to crop and photoshop it etc....

the program would show it in the 'to be imported' section. i would click 'import'. the picture would NOT show up - anywhere. it was driving me up the wall. i may have over reacted. okay i did. hard to believe i know. but when you spend over x amount on a fancy computer and it won't do something as simple as import a photograph it really starts to piss me off. luckily chris was around (although i'm sure he would rather have been elsewhere) and the computer did not go sailing out the window.

instead we went to bed. i woke up and deleted said program from computer. i reinstalled it afresh and low and behold it still will not recognize that dinky picture.

i am not a technologized person and therefore dealing with it sometimes causes my blood pressure to rise...a lot. although i have no idea where i got this temper of mine ((cough...dad...cough))......

sigh......

ar$%(Q&$V...wha?

this photo was taken the last time i had to pack

exactly.

it's one of those days when your brain abosolutely refuses to focus on any one thing for more than a fraction of a second. i still have a lot of packing and cleaning to do. but what am i doing? (well aside from the obvious fact that i'm at this moment blogging) i am sitting on my bed with a look of disgust and panic on my face staring at all the material shit that defines my life scattered haphazardly around me.

i want to get rid of it but i can't. i don't need all of it. until i opened the box and looked at it i probably hadn't seen it for years. i've obviously lived just fine without it but i can't seem to bring myself to toss/donate it.

it's one of those times where you stomach gets all twisted. you're brain refuese to function. you feel like a worthless, meaningless, non-motivated, hunk of junk.

i can't decide if i should scream, laugh, or cry. while i'm deciding i think i'll go take a shower. then i'll get my haircut. then i'll resume my post on the bed and stare.........