http://www.nbcsandiego.com/around-town/shopping/No-Youre-Reading-That-Right-64173667.html

Now, these guys are known to charge fees for fees (and an annual fee), too. I guess that wasn't enough.

There's some things I don't mind, some things I do. Like anyone else. Then there are the things that I can't believe exist in real life.

http://www.latisse.com/

This would be one of those things.

For the record: I go out of my way and to extremes to avoid taking medicine of any kind, at all (if you're not actually sick, why?). I don't understand taking anything for silly cosmetic reasons. The idea of taking a pill for something you don't like about yourself...and they make millions doing this.

"Available from your friendly neighborhood plastic surgeon..."

“As through this world I rambled
I have seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six gun
And some will rob you with a pen”.
Woody Guthrie

I've had it with all you (well, specifically, banks/credit cards, not anyone else).

Particularly you, Bank of America.

No, I won't let you increase my interest rate 2.5 times (to an insane 25.49%). No, I don't think I deserve my limit slashed to 13% what it was. No, I don't think it's great that you have to pay back bailout money by gouging your customers. No, I think your real motivation behind this is to keep people treading water, and they'll never pay their balance off (that's why you go after people who carry a balance, always pay on time and at least make the minimum payment).

Virtual debtor's prison is everyone's aspiration, after all.

(Not only that, but they apparently "sent out a notice in April" that I never saw, which means it was in some sort of bulk mail that no one looks at. An honorable company puts that in a statement, and not after the fact.)

Yeh, I've been busy. Too busy for this, too busy for any social life. That's what work expects these days....I'll explain.

USPS do not want to hire anyone (not even the usual temporary workers), pretty much like everywhere else. Regular employees do not quit the post office, they only retire (I've only seen one person quit ever). Those who retire, therefore, are not being replaced.

Also, we had what was referred to as an "overtime list", and those who were on it were given overtime first. Now all are required to work overtime. And none of us can work our scheduled days off. So what results is 10-15 routes open a day, and when you're at work you're working 10-12 hours (anything after 8 hours is overtime, anything after 10 is double time).

(As an aside, this is also why I show up late afternoon at times, late mornings at others...they will give me other peoples' businesses and that mail has to be delivered first...in addition to my own businesses...)

So I have no time even for myself, or maintain the house or whatever (I do the basic cleaning and mowing the lawn, but the house trim and garage could use a painting).

Did I mention they want to screw with the routes again, and you have no say about what is gained or lost? (I lost the apartment half of Spring last time, which I wasn't broken up about, but I have no choice this time either.)

So, some asshole broke into my house by taking a crowbar to the house's back door. So, I've been spending the last week or so trying to put things back together and inventory what was stolen (my nice Sharp Aquos LCD, Macbook, and various documents, my passport, social security card). So, I would like to issue a general fuck you to everyone who feels the need to do this, make a single girl living alone feel unsafe, and (on top of stealing things) try to steal my identity (won't work because I have a fraud alert on it already -- you can't even open accounts without calling me first).

None of this makes any logical sense, because I don't have many valuable items in my house, and I live on a fairly busy corner (Victoria & Palace) where people are driving/walking by all the time. They must have realized there wasn't much, so went to ID theft. Or maybe that doesn't matter when you need a drug fix.

It's insured, and I'm getting better about it, slowly. I guess it helps also that there's now a burglar alarm installed.

Update: They're forging my checks at Cub (I don't go there anymore because Kowalski's is closer). Don't take my checks, please (the credit union knows about it and I have signed an affidavit of forgery). Unless you want to be out about $180, again (what's funny is the endorsement says that a supervisor overrode the clearinghouse declining the larger check for $150...doesn't that tell you something?).

(Found on the Internet. I do not personally know these people. This is possibly the only photo that I have where I would offer this disclaimer.)

Maybe stating the obvious, but nevertheless:

This appears to be some kind of professional photograph (given the background and lighting at least), yet the photographer seems to think it's okay that she has jeans that don't fit/are intentionally pulled past her (pregnant) belly AND he has his hand on her ass.

Professional photographers of the world, please (for all that is good and holy) revolt against such things.

Happy birthday to you, I love you

(Hey, I have an adoptive stepmother, so it's not all snark.)

Euro style high speed rail. Lovely (much prefer it to the hassle and discomfort of flying, though I put up with it to Europe). Hassle free to Chicago. Soonish, then?

[on Republicans]

"This is exactly why they suck so goddamn hard. In order to win elections, they have to pander and cater to ignorance, hatred of minorities, hatred of homosexuals and religious fundamentalism. Just to exist, they need to embrace some of the ugliest parts of our culture."

You forgot sucking up to multinationals...

I love you...

Please keep me warm? (No, no antifreeze veins, I actually run about 97
body temp, it's a family thing. Don't ask me why I tolerate cold well.)

I'll hold you, calm you..

(Yes, it started)

(Apologies for shitty camera phone)

http://staging.hooterscard.com/menu/home.aspx





I'm a pig!!!

I'm no fan of Christmas really, but this is great. Handmade ornaments, blown glass ornaments, and the smell of roasted nuts and warmed up wine (glühwein). Truly charming, even without as many street musicians and mimes (as there is in warmer months, anyway). I'll probably be back another year, as there's more here than I'm able to buy (and the hostels are slower than slow, which means I get a room to myself to sleep off the jet lag).

As the phrase "Unitarian Jihad" sends me into a fit of giggles as it is (you know Unitarians can't be riled up about much of anything).

http://whump.com/dropbox/other/ujname.html

Inspired by Jon Carroll's column in the Chronicle, and after reasoned and lengthy discussion, the committee reached a consensus that you should be called:

Sister Jackhammer of Patience

(Yes, I have a good collection of silly pictures.)

http://www.irs.gov/newsroom/article/0,,id=186831,00.html

FTW. Even if it has to be repaid. Rock on.