Wednesday, November 10, 2010

My First And-Hopefully N0t Last Bl0g


Today I had to pay the overly expensive price for having a prepaid phone which also is contract-FREE; A whooping $50, not including the $2.75 tax. (Which is nice; because it also means I don’t have to punch a way-too-much-gel-in-his-hair sales guy in the throat). I had to pay over the phone, but couldn’t handle the annoying automatic lady with the high pitch voice, So I ended up giving my insecure computer my bank account information which could easily be hacked into by a nobody in London who decides to post images from other parts of the country who could end up posting swastikas for all I know. Mom, old best friend’s sister in law- I am not on a business trip and I did not lose my passport or wallet and I did not just find a random computer to contact you on facebook.  Gah, facebook. Speaking of facebook, I was told to go to my ever-so-wonderful manager, Ariel of the Common Grounds Coffee House’s blog site, alaskajane.blogspot.com and read her post about how our boss man is stealing from his own innocent employees which are struggling to support themselves. I am blessed we have Ariel, but not for long since she soon will be off on a journey to explore the gloomy and cold Alaska. She finally spoke up, and now my fellow co-workers and I finally know my boss’s true character and his disgusting business ethics. Ahh, what a waste.
…Nope, I didn’t have to deal with any of this, because I am not an independent coffee shop’s manager of all the boss’s expenses and such, and I do not have an expensive contract phone such as T-Mobile which  traps me in their money lurking cycle; larceny. And I didn’t have to go to classes today since I am excused since I cannot handle djslfjoafhofh. I should have done homework. ADHD can be difficult to bear at times- all the time.
I did however determine a rough estimate of how many tiles made up my kitchen floor when I was making popcorn.
103 ¼   Dare to challenge my counting? 

Oh, and I managed to search on the wonderful google site for a pic that describes what I feel for my husband after his counseling appointments (shh, don’t tell.)
A stick figure chopping off his head with a saw: "I no longer hear voices in my head"