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07 April 2003 @ 08:01 pm
warning: contents of my life are boring and contain foul language  
1. I went to pick up my new DVD-VCR combo and got it home and got it hooked up with much attentive frowning at the manual and pushing of buttons, yay me--and by the way this is my second player now, and I "upgraded" on my first return and paid fifty bucks extra--so then I play a tape, and the player gives out a faint whiny noise that I know is going to drive me batshit but I'm thinking, fuck, I don't want to return this one too and they probably wouldn't even hear it and they'd look at me like I'm some crazy *woman*, the macho fucks, so then I decide to play a DVD, and the *DVD* side of the unit is ten times crappier and emits the whirring, clicking noise of a playing card stuck in bicycle spokes, so I *do* have to return this.

2. When I went and picked this up, it was the first time I'd dared to take my car past city limits in months, and it was easily one of the most harrowing hours of my life in quite a while, as my motherfucking cocksucking cunt of a car shuddered to a halt at the exit, worked well enough to get me to the shop, decided to play "where'd the gas go?" on the way home--my gauge suddenly bottoming out--then stalled again on my homeward bound exit, this time requiring several panicky tries before it let me move, while cars flew up my ass from behind. Fuck this shit. Fuck this stupid loser life shit where there's never enough money for a new or even *working* automobile, or dental work, or fuck-all else.

3. I had to interrupt this and lie down for ten minutes because my nose decided to start fucking bleeding yet AGAIN for no fucking reason, gushing and spouting huge fat globs of blood, a vampire buffet of blood, blood everywhere, blood blood blood, bloody fucking blood.

I am alone and bloody and trapped and thwarted by machines and sooner or later I will get some horrible form of cancer or other degenerative disease and will discover that though I amuse people, I have never let anyone get close enough to bring me soup and pet my head when I'm laid up and spotty and heading for major organ failure.

FUCK.

Edited to add: I friends-locked this earlier, and then I thought: why the fuck? Mostly because I thought people would be bored and offended by my language, but hell, people can skim and skip over this if they want. There's nothing here truly private, just mundane. Read about my bloody nose! My car! My financial angst! Yes, here in my LJ, it's all the news that's fucked fit to print.



 
 
 
MustangSally: Dear Sallymustangsally78 on April 7th, 2003 08:39 pm (UTC)
FUCK!
Damn girl, that sucks dead donkeys for free. What can I say? We all have shitfuckawful days from time to time. This is why God gave us chocolate.

I feel your pain.

I will soothe your fevered brow if it really needs it.

SMOOCHES

Sally
Anna S.eliade on April 7th, 2003 08:46 pm (UTC)
Re: FUCK!
This is why God gave us chocolate.

No, menstruation is why God gave us chocolate. *This* is why God gave us vodka.

I feel your pain.

I cuddle against you, like a kitten against a cactus.

What? Stop looking at me like that. A fuzzy cactus.

It's all so lame and so stupid and so lame and so FUCKED. I hate returning stuff and picking out other stuff, and doing paperwork, and dealing with salesmen and hooking up players and all that crap, and it makes me want to cry, especially because I have to ask someone to drive me there now, because I don't trust my car.

I was too afraid even to stop for gas somewhere off the fucking I-5 because if the car stalled again I wanted to be somewhere familiar and close to home.

Fuck. My head hurts like one big gobbed-up cup of blood and whine.

striptkleen on April 8th, 2003 03:26 pm (UTC)
Re: FUCK!
Fuck this stupid loser life shit where there's never enough money for a new or even *working* automobile, or dental work, or fuck-all else.

First of all, Anna, you're my hero! I totally relate to the car situation. And it always happens when you have somewhere to be. Fuck it!
I'll return anything you want returned. I love that shit. Even better, I love it when macho assholes try to make me feel all weak & incompetent. and then I fist them up the backside and tell them how it really works. But then again, I also get off on telling waitresses how to do their job (only because I used to be a waitress & a damned good one!).
And finally, I applaud you for making this public. You shouldn't have to worry about offending someone just because your feelings are rated X for adult language.
all work and no playhesychasm on April 7th, 2003 08:51 pm (UTC)
Yikes, hon. The bloody nose sounds scary -- I hope it clears up. Sleep is good medicine, y'know. I'm sending you good car karma, and DVD/VCR karma as well.
Anna S.eliade on April 7th, 2003 09:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you! You're so sweet and juicy--and you pulp when I squeeze you!

Um. That's just my medicine and imagination working.

Mmmm, whiskey.
Sanj: Batdollsanj on April 7th, 2003 08:52 pm (UTC)
It's a long-distance hug, but I hope it helps: {{{{{ANNA}}}}}

Um, are you by chance taking any allergy meds? A couple of them have given me nasty nosebleeds like those....
Anna S.eliade on April 7th, 2003 09:12 pm (UTC)
Aww. You're a peach.

No allergy meds. I think I may stop by the doc's tomorrow morning though, make sure my BP meds are working okay....
juniper200 on April 7th, 2003 10:46 pm (UTC)
I'm sending you good karma. I don't have very much good karma banked, but you need it more than I do just now.

Does sending good karma to someone else create more good karma for you? If so, I think I just invented a perpetual motion machine.
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:54 am (UTC)
Thank you! :) I can always use more karma. In fact, perhaps you are responsible for the truly excellent burger I made myself last night, and the comfortable oblivion of my first whiskey & soda. ...so thank you again!

Heh.
juniper200 on April 8th, 2003 12:47 pm (UTC)
Glad to have been of service. :)
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Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:54 am (UTC)
Sorry I was so flippant about your nosebleed earlier. ::cries::

Were you? I didn't notice. Silly thing.

If you were the type to experience pain relief in passing the pain on to (semi-)responsible parties, you might call the store where you bought the piece of junk and shriek this story at them. Who knows, they might even give you some sort of discount. They should.

Heh. I so *totally* called them and bitched them out, even before your sage advice. {g} I don't know about a discount, but I did warn them I'd be making another return and they kow-towed appropriately. We'll see how they behave when I get there....
still lavender from the blockwickedprincess3 on April 7th, 2003 11:47 pm (UTC)
Electronics advice....
I spent three years plus in the electronics trade (rental, vidoes, my own hell)
Dvd/VCR and TV/VCR combos are the hieght of scamdom as that you shell out big bucks for two things that are crap quality. If one fucks up the other is going to fuck up ten times worse. They look shiny and pretty but are of evil (I pulled more DVDs locked up in combo machines than I can count.
Also (especially if its a chain store) they should-its company policy everywhere-take your return with a giant grin on their face, no fucking questions asked. If they get pissy ask who the manager is and they will suddenly become very helpful.
::pats on shoulder::
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:53 am (UTC)
Re: Electronics advice....
This is good to know, thank you. I was resisting the idea of getting them separately because there's just no room on top of my TV for more than a single unit. Sophisticated, my set-up is not. But I will give that option more serious thought, now....
in search of a clever byline: flannel10zlaine on April 8th, 2003 06:08 am (UTC)
I'm not gonna hug you, 'cause it would bug us both....

but, if I lived near you, I would purposely force myself on you and give you soup, and crap junk food, and stuff. and you would wish you were the fuck left alone.

I get spontaneous nosebleeds in dryness. It was awful when we lived in Denver.
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:51 am (UTC)
but, if I lived near you, I would purposely force myself on you and give you soup, and crap junk food, and stuff. and you would wish you were the fuck left alone.

::grin:: Coolness. I'll just take the virtual version for now.

I get spontaneous nosebleeds in dryness. It was awful when we lived in Denver.

Yeah. I do get bloody nose syndrome when my place is dry in the winter. This isn't an example of it, though, so I'm at a loss.

Hey. My work calendar is free. I think someone cancelled a meeting today. Whee.... Now to put on my headphones and kick some ass.
miss_tea on April 8th, 2003 06:23 am (UTC)
Mostly because I thought people would be bored and offended by my language, but hell, people can skim and skip over this if they want.

You make even car trouble and nosebleeds interesting. Plus, foul language? Adds spice.
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:49 am (UTC)
Awww. :) You're sweet. Like...pure unrefined sugar! Mmm. Sugar.
miss_tea on April 8th, 2003 01:43 pm (UTC)
You're sweet like chocolate truffles!
Honoria: boobieshonoria on April 8th, 2003 06:36 am (UTC)
Man, suck-ass days like that just...suck! Wish I was awake enough to say something cooler and more cheery-uppy, but all I can offer you is a picture of boobies (Chloe's).
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:48 am (UTC)
My third-grade teacher was right: tits *do* make everything better! Thanks, Honoria! :)
LorienWillow: rainlorienwillow on April 8th, 2003 08:08 am (UTC)
No, menstruation is why God gave us chocolate. *This* is why God gave us vodka.

LOLOL That is sooo true! Hang in there, girl! It's gotta get better.

(hugs)
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:48 am (UTC)
Thanks. :)

::hugs you back::
harmonyfb: Nice Girlsharmonyfb on April 8th, 2003 08:32 am (UTC)
as my motherfucking cocksucking cunt of a car

Don't hold back, there, Anna. How do you really feel?

Maybe your nose is bleeding in hopes that the smell will attract dead sexy continental vampires with morality issues. Hey, a good fantasy is everybody's friend.

You could always sell your car & ride the bus...well, depending on where you live. Somewhere cold, right? (My mind is a complete sieve.)

You could try and break into porn writing for extra cash (and I bet you think I'm joking) - I know someone who used to write those little PWP books for extra money in college.

Or you could quit drinking and save the money towards...hey, quit looking at me like that. No, we're not going to discuss how much money I spent on beer last year. ;)

Or maybe you just need to get laid. ::shrug::

Some pep-talker I am, huh?
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:48 am (UTC)
Don't hold back, there, Anna. How do you really feel?

Hey. I put warning labels up. That's what they're there for.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on April 8th, 2003 08:34 am (UTC)
So sorry, Anna. Life does suck at times.

I also get spontaneous nosebleeds when the air is dry, but the air is never dry in Seattle, is it? Better to speak to the doctor, set your mind at rest.

And here's a hug: [[[[[[[[[Anna]]]]]]]]]]
Anna S.eliade on April 8th, 2003 09:47 am (UTC)
I went to the doc's office this morning & had my BP checked and it was fine. The nurse must've said fifty times: "Is it dry in your house? Were you blowing your nose?" Pinheaded bint. I kid you not. She has the vacant eyes of a chicken.

::hugs you back::
Herself_nycherself_nyc on April 8th, 2003 10:41 am (UTC)
Re: chicken nurse
Well, I'm relieved. Now go write some Spander.