All your smile are belong to Yahoo(!).

As I went to log into Yahoo Instant Messenger this morning, it was taking forever, I noticed. I click on the window, and you know that happy, bubbly yahoo smile bastard? It was just sitting there... pulsating... staring at me. That smile permanently affixed to it's yellow body. I could feel my soul being sucked out of me.

A few minutes after I get home from Cory's I get a call from Mike saying that he needs me to come to Culpeper to pick him up since his truck broke down. Well, of course I will. Then he ends the conversation with "and hurry the fuck up" and just hangs up on me. Yeah, goodbye. I'm in Culpeper - I've just crossed over I-64. I get another call from him. He called his uncle to pick he and his truck up, since his uncle has a wrecker, and didn't remember to call me until they had already begun their way out of Culpeper. Fucking wonderful. I don't even get a sorry. I just get hung up on again.

I come home and the first thing I hear is "Where have you been?" I was supposed to be home at 11:00. I'm always supposed to be home at 11:00. I always am. I'm about an hour and fifteen minutes late. Time for my grandma to piss in my already soggy-with-urine cheerios.

Somewhere along the lines I must've subconciously done something to deserve what I get. I've always said that people get what they deserve, so I guess I'm getting mine.

I'm sitting here, and the phone rings. I take off my headphones, and the phone's already stopped ringing. I keep them off for a few seconds incase it's for me. Oh, but it isn't (at least I don't think...). All I hear is "GODDAMNIT!" and the phone crash back into it's hook.

Better yet! Yes, it does get better! The fucking power supply for my laptop got motherfucking back ordered at least five goddamned days. I'm sorry, but perhaps they need to keep better fucking track of their inventory. Don't have something on your website that says *IN STOCK* or some shit right next to the part when it's actually *OUT OF FUCKING STOCK*. Oh boy! I get my shipping refunded! OH BOY! I CAN'T USE MY LAPTOP FOR AT LEAST ANOTHER FIVE BUSINESS DAYS! Absolutely. Fucking. Awesome

I'd use my desktop, but this screen is honestly so fucking shitty it makes my eyes hurt and/or gives me a headache after using it for a while. It didn't used to - until I realized how much better my laptop's screen is... was.

I'll find the headquarters of MundoCorp and... well... I'll just do something nasty to it. Yeah. Until then...

I should get one of those decibel meters and put it next to my computer. I mean this thing sounds like it should be fucking hovering. It should be cooking me poptarts, it should be working on world domination, it should be giving me cancer... but it isn't. All it's doing is being loud and not doing a whole lot, a lot like animal rights activists... or retards... I figure they're pretty much the same.

In any case, next bit of money I have... is going towards a new monitor. This is a Sony monitor, so it should be kinda clear right? I mean, that's what most of their monitors are known for. Yeah, not this one. This peice of shit can do 1280x1024, but it's so fucking blurry, and shades of colors blend together so much... it's not even worth mentioning. I can deal with a loud computer, but a loud computer with a screen that I can barely read? Nope, screw that.

That little L shaped thing that hooks into the back of my laptop, the power thing? Yeah, well, it isn't so L shaped anymore. In fact, yeah, it doesn't even work anymore. Apparently it's really hard to step over the tiny cable that lays across the floor to my laptop. Apparently, I should leave my laptop on this table because this is where I've been told to leave it. It's like, crazy bent too. The little metal peice has been pulled out of it's plastic jacket and bent. After pulling it out of my laptop, now it won't even go all the way back in.

Alls well that ends well, though. It can't cost but so much, and I've got my desktop so whatever. Just gotta hook all the shit back up to it. Not looking forward to using my desktop that sounds like a food processor for however long it takes for the replacement to get here, but it'll have to do.

Oh well, it's still been a good day.

Verizon Online...

Me and my aunt

Judy haven't ever really gotten along for some reason. Maybe it's because she thinks that since she's had a job with the Air Force (a desk job, mind you) she knows everything. Well, now she's pregnant. She's always tried to be that very bitchy kind of independent woman. The kind that will tell you "I don't need you to do nothin' for me, I'll do it myself!" Oh yeah?

I'm sitting in the kitchen, fixing myself a tuna sandwich. I hear her voice from behind me, "Why don't you fix me and sandwich?" Hmm, I dunno. Maybe because you can do it yourself. Like every other time I've asked you if you've wanted me to do something for you. "I would but I'm busy... sorry..." is all I could think of. I kinda wanted it to not sound apologetic at all, and considering how monotonous I am most of the time, I'm pretty sure she got the just of it. "FINE THEN! I'LL JUST DO IT MYSELF!" Heh, fuckin' right you will.

"JESSE! WHERE THE FU... WHERE'S THE TUNA FISH!?" I understand she's pregnant, and maybe a little bitchy because she's about to push something watermelon sized through something not so watermelon sized. I don't care though. Screaming at me will get you very little compliance, and most likely, if I'm in a good mood, a string of sarcasm. "I'm not sure. Did you check behind you? Where you saw me reach to get mine? Right behind you?" And here it comes. "You don't have to be such a SMARTASS ALL THE DAMN TIME!" I wasn't a smartass before. Go time! "Here, let me get the mayonaise for you." I was going to get it too. I wasn't joking. As I'm opening the fridge she kinda makes that bitch growl... I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, no matter who you are. The ERRRRRRR noise. " I THOUGHT YOU WERE BUSY! WHY DON'T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!?" Well damn. She's right. "Oh yeah. I was busy eating my sandwich. Thanks for reminding me." So I sit down at the table and eat my sandwich. Then she looks in the fridge for the mayonaise, and can't find it. "Jesse, where's the mayonaise?" It's right behind that jar of "I know, but I'm going to fuck with you anyway." Suddenly though, I feel bad... I get up and get the mayonaise for her. I give her the can opener.

There's no bread. I got the last two peices when I was making my sandwich. I was unaware of this. Oh well, though. There are saltine crackers. She can eat those. I think. "Where's the bread?" Right here in my hands. "Looks like we're out." And the flood gates open. "All I wanted was a fucking tuna fish sandwich like you had." Awww.