Kevin's Watch

Cagliostro wrote:Hey, baby, nice assatar.

My daughter has an assatar. Oh, the humanity....

Cag, feel better soon. This phase usually only lasts about three months or so.

Jenn -- any luck finding the car?

Someone must have cased it for a chop shop. It was almost finished with being rigged out for drift racing. Not much chance of recovery. Hardtop alone is worth about a grand not to mention the roll cage and the racing harnesses. It's a goner.

Oh man, that sucks. Hopefully the owner had it insured out the wazoo....

Nope. He didn't. He's screwed.

Cameraman Jenn wrote:HAHAHHAAHHA!!!! My boss Igor's best friend, Vlad, just made his everyday morning phone call and I told him about my morning and he laughed and said that I should be flattered that at 39 years old men are very willing to pay me for sex.

At 39, I was still married, and could not have paid for sex because I was using all my money to not have sex, or so it seemed at the time.

dAN, let go your anger. Didn't you learn anything from Yoda? That's the start on the path to the DARK SIDE!!!!!

I'm sorry, did you say something? I was busy on ebay, bidding on someone's virginity, while looking at Aliantha's daughter's 'cheesecake' avatar.

dANdeLION wrote:

Cameraman Jenn wrote:HAHAHHAAHHA!!!! My boss Igor's best friend, Vlad, just made his everyday morning phone call and I told him about my morning and he laughed and said that I should be flattered that at 39 years old men are very willing to pay me for sex.

At 39, I was still married, and could not have paid for sex because I was using all my money to not have sex, or so it seemed at the time.

At 39 I was using all my money to get rid of my remora-like ex-wife. The only thing she could suck worth a damn was my wallet.

You guys are scaring me.

aliantha wrote:Jenn -- any luck finding the car?

She'll find it while she's walking the streets.

Yeah, my new career. I wonder what price a fine piece of perfectly aged meat like myself could command on the streets....

Well, you have something to fall back on.

Well that's what you get for dressing in that appallingly revealing way, Jennifer! Has no-one told you that jeans and sweaters are the garb of ill-reputed ladies?

If I had on a miniskirt thigh high boots and a tanktop like the skanky girl near me on the sidewalk he probably would have left me alone.

I'm annoyed with my gas meter.

The new house has a prepayment meter, which is annoying anyway, but now it's not giving me gas. I put credit on it, and that's fine, but underneath the bit where it shows my shiny plethora of credit, it says 'OFF'. And there's no visible way to make it stop being off. That means I have to call the landlord and get him to call British Gas to find out how to work it (I'd do it myself but the account's in the landlord's name). Bleh. No hot water for me.

That sucks rancid alligator ass, Cov Jr. No hot showers.... ugh.

Oh, showers are ok, the shower's heated electircally. But no hot water from the taps. That means I can't wash the dishes properly. I suspect it means I can't do my laundry very effectively either, since I believe the washing machine takes hot water from the mains rather than heating it independently like the shower does.

Sooo... your body will be clean but your clothes will be smelly.....hope you have enough pants to last you til it gets fixed.

That's the galling thing - it's not broken, it just cut off when I ran out of credit and has no obvious way of being reactivated. And I know the landlord doesn't know how to do it, so it's a load of hassle just to have some British Gas employee condescendingly explain how it works.

Gah, and I just realised that because I had to throw out some expired food earlier, I have nothing for dinner. At least the supermarket should be open all night today. If it was tomorrow I'd have problems.