Here is the link to the laptop I have on Ebay. If interested let me know and we can work something out.
No Air Conditioning Makes It Sweaty.
Yeah. Sweaty. If it wasn’t for the humidity it’d be ok. But my heavens, this basement is so damp I can feel it on the carpet. My neighbor who owns a heating and cooling company hopefully comes over today to fix it. My mom’s man-friend moved the thermostat to the middle floor of the house, but for some reason the air won’t kick. And he knows what he’s doing so I trust him.. he tried everything he knew to get it working. This is the 2nd night without air and believe me, I can’t go another.
The doctor called in ear drops. They’ve helped. My ear is still stopped up, but, it isn’t hurting, which is a good sign.
This weekend TV Land is having a “Good Times” marathon. I love this show. I wish it was cold and rainy so I could sit in all weekend and watch it.
I called my ex-landlord yesterday to see if I was getting any of my deposit back. What an ass. Seriously. He started in bitching about the candle wax on the carpet. Two spots. Little spots. He said he had already spent $50 trying to get it out. I’m not sure how one spends $50 on getting 2 spots out of carpet. Then he said “there’s a broken window”-I asked him uh, what window, he said “the one in the bathroom.” What he means is-the plastic that covers a bathroom window so no one can see in. This was broken when I moved in. He said “jagged pieces of glass are sticking out.” Uh, idiot, it isn’t glass. It’s plastic. And it would probably take no more than $15 to put a new piece in. After all of this was said I let my feelings known. The constantly clogged tub, the lack of hot water in the kitchen, rain pouring in the living room window and ruining the paint, not to mention breaking the handle of the window off, the garbage disposal that never worked, the air conditioning freezing and me having to pound on the inside unit just to get it to kick on…. then he gets all pissy and said he could go back and charge me for all the times I was late on rent. Ok. Do that. He’s the one who kept telling me “oh don’t worry about it, as soon as you can get it to me.” He said I’d get some of my money back. I’m betting I get $100 if that. My mom said she’d have her man-friend call him. Yeah, that’s all I need. Him getting arrested for trying to collect a deposit which, in my opinion, I’m owed. I don’t care if he takes out for the carpet.. that was my fault, but I didn’t clog the tub nor the garbage disposal and I certainly didn’t break the plastic on the bathroom window. Ass.
To Whom It May Concern-Around The World
I’m betting a majority of people have seen the site I am going to give a link to. For those of you who haven’t, and for those of you who live outside the US, this is what makes this country. This is why we’re free. If you agree, or, disagree, as you sit in the comfort of your own homes.. stop for a second and remember, we have people dying so we have the freedom to do as we do each day. Get off your soapboxes (or out of your BMWs, Range Rovers) for 30 seconds and think of them apples. Tribute
Let The Little Green Men In Pink Tights Take Over The World.
We would all be much better off. Think about it. Green men in pink tights have to be sensible. The world would be a happy place. No bombings. No famine. No disease. We’d play Bridge on Tuesdays and have fondue parties every Friday night. The world would be accessorized. Green men in pink tights know how to accessorize. Duvet covers on our beds. Perfectly cut gingerbread man cookies. Wait a minute. Hold everything. I smell a conspiracy. I just described the basis of every Martha Stewart show. Is she in charge of the green men in pink tights?
In other news, and a serious note, more bombings in London. Thankfully no serious injuries. Like I told a friend of mine-send in the rednecks. We cannot wait any longer. Give ‘em a case of beer, a pack of ‘coon dogs and some rifles, and terrorism would cease. Trust me. You don’t mess with a redneck after he’s had a few beers. Give him a rifle and a dog, your ass better start running. This is becoming an issue even us good ol’ folks in small cities have to face. Charleston has received several threatening letters-stating different locations would be blown up. I’m not sure if most of you out there in blog-land realize, Charleston is very high on the list for an attack. Yes, it’s a small city, however, we have chemical plants. We’re centrally located-meaning, we’re within 500 miles on all sides, from a major US city. I can remember, my senior year of high school when the Gulf War was going on, having to practice Shelter In Place drills at school. Talk about something scary. It seems the rookie terrorists were in charge today. Who knows who will be in charge tomorrow.
