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Jul. 1st, 2005
Someone who knows!
Jul. 1st, 2005 10:56 amIs Sandra Day O'Connor's retiring a bad, bad thing?!? ANYONE WHO KNOWS MORE THAN ME NEEDS TO TELL ME NOW!
What the hell is with Netscape news saying that Attorney General Gonzales might replace her!? WTF!!!
What the hell is with Netscape news saying that Attorney General Gonzales might replace her!? WTF!!!
First off, thanks to you folks who confirmed for me that my sinking feelings of dread upon hearing of Justice O'Connor's retirement were justified. It doesn't make me feel better--in fact, I was praying to be wrong in so many ways--but nice to see I'm not losing my uncanny political sensibilities.
That is a miserable way to start a day. Fucking Chief Justice is rotting from cancer, and O'Connor resigns!? Gahhhh. I spent all day with my stomach in a knot.
Then I remembered that I had to meet this guy about this supplemental life insurance...again. My union does nothing for me, I'm convinced of that now. They're dropping my dental plan, so I'll have to pay for Columbia's next year if I want coverage, but ooooh look, shiny $2000 extra to my mother if I get knocked off in the next year! Bull crap. I set up an appointment with this guy to go over the paper and get the receipt or whatever it is he wants me to have a week ago now. The first night I waited and waited and he never showed. I got a call the next day with an apology--he got held up with a previous client. We rescheduled. My phone died on the night of the second attempt and he called me to be sure I was home. I FUCKING TOLD HIM I WOULD BE but that was not, evidently, good enough. He couldn't reach me, assumed that I had flaked and left me wondering what had happened until I noticed my phone battery was dead a couple hours later.
Tonight, I was set and ready at 7pm. Even did the dishes from our daquiries the other night so he wouldn't think I was a stinking drunk. At 7:30pm, I called him and told him I was still waiting, but that I was going out later. Half a bloody fucking hour is A LONG TIME TO BE LATE, and I thought it was generous of me to give him as late as 8pm. Sure enough, he called ten minutes ago to apologize and say he was stuck in traffic in Long Island because of the storm. Excuse me, mister asshole man, but if you were stuck in traffic until now, WHY DID YOU NOT CALL ME BEFORE YOU WERE ALREADY AN HOUR LATE!?!
Fuck this shit, I'm going to go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith with Sanaa. I'm going to pass off The Dark Knight Returns and the first two Sin City trades to her and I'm going to have a fucking marvelous fucking time! Well, without the fucking, but seeing Angelina and Brad go at it would be pornographic enough a fantasy to suffice.
That is a miserable way to start a day. Fucking Chief Justice is rotting from cancer, and O'Connor resigns!? Gahhhh. I spent all day with my stomach in a knot.
Then I remembered that I had to meet this guy about this supplemental life insurance...again. My union does nothing for me, I'm convinced of that now. They're dropping my dental plan, so I'll have to pay for Columbia's next year if I want coverage, but ooooh look, shiny $2000 extra to my mother if I get knocked off in the next year! Bull crap. I set up an appointment with this guy to go over the paper and get the receipt or whatever it is he wants me to have a week ago now. The first night I waited and waited and he never showed. I got a call the next day with an apology--he got held up with a previous client. We rescheduled. My phone died on the night of the second attempt and he called me to be sure I was home. I FUCKING TOLD HIM I WOULD BE but that was not, evidently, good enough. He couldn't reach me, assumed that I had flaked and left me wondering what had happened until I noticed my phone battery was dead a couple hours later.
Tonight, I was set and ready at 7pm. Even did the dishes from our daquiries the other night so he wouldn't think I was a stinking drunk. At 7:30pm, I called him and told him I was still waiting, but that I was going out later. Half a bloody fucking hour is A LONG TIME TO BE LATE, and I thought it was generous of me to give him as late as 8pm. Sure enough, he called ten minutes ago to apologize and say he was stuck in traffic in Long Island because of the storm. Excuse me, mister asshole man, but if you were stuck in traffic until now, WHY DID YOU NOT CALL ME BEFORE YOU WERE ALREADY AN HOUR LATE!?!
Fuck this shit, I'm going to go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith with Sanaa. I'm going to pass off The Dark Knight Returns and the first two Sin City trades to her and I'm going to have a fucking marvelous fucking time! Well, without the fucking, but seeing Angelina and Brad go at it would be pornographic enough a fantasy to suffice.