February 1st, 2006

Whale fluke

Okay, now it's MY turn to vent

Seriously, Calling-From-Discover Dude: Eight forty-five p.m.? Quarter to f’in 9? I get a phone call at that hour, it’d better be family, friends, or breaking news (“OMG the whole family’s been defenestrated,” y’know, stuff like that), not noise about being “pre-approved” to get a piece of plastic for spending money I don’t have.

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

(Mmmm. Whiskey.)
  • Current Mood
    annoyed grr. argh.