I'm so bleeping pissed at Sonic Drive In right now. If you don't know it, it's a nostalgia restaurant serving burgers, hotdogs, American food from the 50s and the most awesome drinks. Cherry Limeades are my favorite. Really though, I ought to know not to go to this particular store. They're food always tastes funny because they hardly change their cooking oil. Up to now, the only thing I get there is drinks. Tonight ended that. I now hate this store. The drinks came out sloppy, soda pouring out through the tops, down the sides, very messy. I wasn't in my car; I was in my mom's. I couldn't put that mess on her carseat! So I put the drinks on the floor, drove off and at the next stop light they tipped over and one of them completely lost their contents. I just spent 30 mins cleaning the passenger seat floor.

I'm never going to that sonic again. I can't even leave feedback on their website! It has to be done via a 1-800 number that is closed at midnight eastern. FUCK!!

Really crappy dream woke me up today.

At a boarding school, very old building that had sections of it cordoned off because of decay. It was night and I'm running around being chased by administrators who aren't... and I have this sense of danger, like if I stay still too long I'll be killed. The girl with me is supposed to be my closest friend and she's everything I tend to lust after in RL, but I also get a sense of danger from her, like she could be what will kill me.

It sort of repeated itself three or four times with us running around different parts of the crumbling section. Usually the danger was ehtereal, but in the last iteration, we ran across a bridge and sort of were spotted by the administration but weren't...and then we went up some stairs to hide. That was when the feeling that my friend was the danger got strongest.

And then I woke up... well, then I forced myself to wake up.

I hate those dreams where I have a sense of awareness of myself. I don't think this was prescient though. I had a job interview yesterday and it's at that professional level that scares me so much. That makes this pretty easy to interpret ~smirk~. The guy that directed me to the job seems pretty confident I'll get it, but, of course, I'm not. I got comfortable working more... "blue collar" level jobs. I know I can do this next level. Hell, the job itself isn't that big a deal really. It's what it portends, what it can lead to that's scaring me. I've always shied away from too much responsibility and there's no doubt that I'm at a turning point in my life right now. I can either move forward or keep living below my potential.

Meh. This is why I hated high school. Four years of feeling this way along with all the hormonal crap of being a teenager. Oh yeah, and coming out. *snort* Two down, one to go ;).

well, what started as a very crappy morning (I was also having trouble syncing my mp3 player *growl*), has gotten better with a perusal of library_mofo. If you don't know library_mofo, I highly recommend it. The stupidity of library cardholders is utterly, astoundingly amazing to the point of massive proportions of hilarity.

Really, go visit library_mofo. ;)

Tori emailed me. She was going through old VJB posts. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Uhm... I want to cry for some reason... It was pretty shitty the way things ended between us. I'd bought a bus ticket for her to move down here and live with me. I thought we were going to be together. She didn't use it and it took a couple of weeks before she spoke to me. The only reason she did was because I threatened to send the cops to her house.

I don't remember if I told anybody that.

And in an hour I'm supposed to go to a yardsale with Erica, my latest ex. Who wants to eventually get back together with me. Who only broke up with me because she's going to school five hours away.

I truly feel fucked up and fucked over right now.

So I finally am able to buy the Kensington Expert Trackball Mouse only to discover that they didn't update the driver software for Vista. And the next gen model they came out with isn't programmable, meaning you can't assign the keys the way that you want. So this wonderful mouse, isn't quite as functional as it used to be. My girls says to return it. I've spent the last two hours trying to find a way to make it work. There's a semi-successful workaround.

Semi.

Great.

So I've been trying to see if there's other trackball mice that I'd be interested in and so far... not really. I had also ordered another Kensington trackball mouse just incase I didn't like the Expert Mouse. It hasn't arrived yet. I am seriously thinking of returning the Expert Mouse.

I fell in love with the precision and comfort of trackballs when I owned a Microsoft Trackball Explorer. Unfortunately, I lost it during one of my many moves and it's no longer in production.

So the hunt continues for my next trackball.

She's not someone I listen to a whole lot, but I like this one. Had to listen twice to get all the words*lol*. Very slick and sexy.

I have mixed feelings about the song itself, but this chick is too cool and, really!, a ukulele! Ukes are just f*cking awesome! *LOL*

I'm supposed to be going to bed, but I wanted to share the shelving unit I just created in Google SketchUp. It really is quite easy to learn. I was really surprised. And this is going to be a real unit. Three units actually. The wood will be stained a little darker and the boxes are actually milk crates that I've spray painted a nice burgundy red. Not sure what color the wheels will be. probably black. but if I find those red ones, I'm definitely using them*HG*.

and I'm being lazy but Sus- I found the cds! about six spindles worth. Beth was such a pack rat*HG*. I'll drop a better line tomorrow. Hope things are going good for you.

I have been informed that LJ is the only journal that hasn't announced that my girl and I worked things out. we've been back together for weeks now*G*. So between job hunting, starting a little henna business on the side for extra cash, and staving off my family, I've also been spending time with her*S*.

I'm so happy she's back, safe and sound. She's got an LJ blog now too and it sounds like things were pretty rough, and may still be, but it's good to know she's /not/ dead*S*.

And me, I know some have been keeping a weather eye out. I'm not ignoring; I'm job-hunting. Mundane, but necessary. So far only one good prospect. They've already checked references (amazingly fast for a city job) and I'm following up tomorrow as it just closed today. Trying not to get too hopeful.

Also trying to earn some extra cash by doing henna "tattooing". No cash, but someone was willing to trade car repair work for a painting which was great b/c my cars always need work*G*. Good trade.

/And/ tying up loose ends from WaMu. Pension plans, life insurance, all those little things that take tiny bites out of a paycheck and I've got to decide whether to keep them or not. Pension plan's a no-brainer; it's getting rolled over. The rest.. depends on when those last checks arrive. I had to resubmit my paperwork because the inter-company mail lost the originals. Fun fun fun. So money I've been counting on is /not/ in the mail.

I'm gonna go read some fanfic and try to forget the stress.

PRP is back! Yay!!

I'm not a math person, but this is far too interesting to leave alone. I found it in an oddly appropriate place: a chain maille site, Blue Buddha Boutique.

The beautiful math that links coral, crochet and hyperbolic geometry

Dominar003 JPG

testing the link....

Received this email just now. MySpace is a P.I.T.A.:

Issue 1090 in scribefire: Can't post to myspaceblog

Updates:

       Status: Closed



Comment #6 on issue 1090 by cfinke: Can't post to myspaceblog

http://code.google.com/p/scribefire/issues/detail?id=1090



Because MySpace doesn't have an actual blogging API, we're kind of hacking around to

try and get it to work.  We may actually end up dropping MySpace support since it's

such a time sink :-(



In the mean-time, I'm closing all MySpace-related bugs, since even if we keep MySpace

support, I won't be fixing individual bugs, I'll be rewriting the entire thing.


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Yep. Pain In The Ass.

I'm starting to think that April 1st is a very twisted holiday. Four years ago (maybe 5), I met Beth. The first woman I thought was my equal and really able to settle down with me. This year I spend the last fabulous night with Erica. Yesterday she essentially broke up with me. It took several hours, but basically she's freaking about leaving town for college.

( Go on... )

So my little Libra made the mistake of asking me for my addons. It started innocently enough with me sharing a few that I used to make my surfing life easier, but then she asked which ones I thought she might like. Well! This is what I make sure is on both of my Firefoxes: one for work and one that's portable (portableapps.com).

Here's my list. Note that bold listings are interacted with almost daily and italicized listings are interacted with at least once a month. Anything else has either been left with default settings or has required little to no interaction.:
( The List... )

ugh. my stomach is killing me. my mother's cooking is going to kill me. I think she fries everything out of spite for the diabetes. twice I've eaten her cooking and both times she insisted on cooking the tortillas in oil. and the meat had been cooking in it's own grease.

and yes, I feel as revolted as that sounded. my god. she used oil to cook everything. she breads and fries beautiful pork cutlets instead of doing /anything/ healthy with them. I can feel the fat sitting in my body and it's Ugh!

I'm going to have to cook for myself once I move in because I can't keep eating this way. No veggies, no lettuce, no fruit. Oh my god.

no wonder I'm up in the middle of the night with an upset stomach.

*whimper*

At least 4 users have posted it as a defect on the developer's google site ( http://code.google.com/p/scribefire/issues/detail?id=1090&q=myspace ) with the original post being back in February. On there one of the complainants says that MySpace pretty much blew them off.

just uninstalled scribefire. doesn't seem to be working. very disconcerting. it's supposed to work with myspace too. going to post this everywhere and see how it goes.

Does anyone else find it even slightly ironic that in it's fervor to update the trash collection system, the city is issuing huge new plastic trash containers, new plastic recycle bins - one for outdoors and one for indoor use, and if you can't move the bulky 96-gallon ones, you may call /after/ you've received the 96 gal. one and ask for a smaller container.

all this plastic being used in order to become greener.

Irony thy name is recycling.

My girl just shared it with me. One of my favorite groups with her one of her favorite ladies*S*.