Some odd things

Last night I had shut down the computer and was sitting on my bed, watching TV, trying to get tired enough to sleep (which didn't happen til 3. Dammit. The movie tomorrow is going to be the suck. I NEED to be in bed by 11, I'm hoping I'll be tired by then.) My window is open. I hear a car tearing up the road, which actually has been happening a lot. What DOESN"T happen a lot is the *Screeeeech* *BANG* *blaring horn* that went with this one. I sat shocked for a second, then I heard the car with the blaring horn start up and drive off, at a tear. The horn fades but doesn't actually fade out. At this point I went outside (Well to the door, I was in my jammies)

I live in a condo building. There are two of them, with a driveway to the parkinglot in back of the buildings between them. Parking space is at a premium. Every apartment gets one deeded space. There are 13 legal visitor parking spaces. Our condo is a two bedroom, and currently we have two cars. There are other apartments with the same problem, I believe the apartment above us has about FOUR cars (they suck for more reasons than that. Don't get me started on stupid people and cars or trucks in a condo. One guy who moved has THREE cars and his wife didn't drive. One winter he left his cars buried in snow in visitor parking for over a MONTH. Our management company also sucks but that's another story for another time.) Thanks to this, people park on the street, which has lots of "not legal" signs all over, pretty much thanks to two houses who have personal ties to local government officals. Again another story.

ANYWAY. The crash was a car going WAY too fast, hitting TWO parked cars outside the other building. Actually the only two cars parked on the street for about a block (noone else form the buildings had parked out front) The car that caused the problem tried to leave the scene, but from the sound of the norn that didn't go away, probably only made it down to the end of the street. I saw a couple of people run down the street after the guy, I heard a couple of "OHMIGAWDS!" regarding the damage to the cars. it was pretty loud and pretty bad. The cops came, and I heard tow trucks til I fell asleep, one after another.

Hey maudlinkitty I'll bet they came from your favorite sports bar *grins* Last night I destroyed an old warning I'd gotten for going too fast on this same street (which was TOTAL BS BTW, and the only reason I got a "warning" is because I was on MY property when he wrote it - he followed me into the driveway THEN turned his lights on. Moron.) What BS - it's obvious the cops aren't doing their job. Not like I'm surprised. I also bet that the people parked on the street will get cited for it. Because it's their fault that some drunken ass came along at AT LEAST 60 and nailed their cars.

One other thing I noticed last night - That heavy Metal people are WEIRD! I was watching that Hair Band thing dancer wants to see. I discovered that to be "metal" you must consider the following:
- Wiping your ass on a salad and then giving it to your fans (Tracey Gunns)
- Setting your pubic and leg hair on fire (I can't remember)
- That we should be completely ignorant of obvious homosexual tendencies (duh!)
AND
- It's all about the cock (in the hour I watched they talked about The Tommy/Pam video, the woman who made plaster casts of famous metal cocks, and, of course, Mr. Peter Steele, who needs NO introduction. I can recognize that penis at 20 yards. It will also be poking me in the arm at 20 yards *evil grin*)

So, boys, may I recommend that you NOT watch this thing on VH1. Ok there are some bare breasted women for you, but there's a LOT of cock in it too. I'm looking at YOU deadwinter I think it needs to come with a Cock Sighting warning.

Now I have to call my mother about that accident.

Slight TMI

( But it's not BAD, I'm cutting in case peeps don't care. References vaguely Girly grooming habits. )

Now off to the office in Stoughton, he promised me a check finishing up with the work from yesterday. I'm not as nervous about money now, I should have enough money to give D a chunk, AND still eat and pay a bill or two.

I think

when I get home, I'm going to get a Milkshake.

Edit - *dammit* othniel77 Now I have to fire up Itunes. I was thinking REAL milkshake!

Edit 2 - Why bother going anywhere? I don't NEED the check this second, I won't be putting it in the bank. I'll get it next week. *off to call boss, then get that milkshake*

EEEEeeeevillllll

OK,

I see your Kelis - Milkshake
with Usher w/Lil' Jon and Ludacris -Yeah
and raise you Justin Timberlake - Cry Me A River.

Oh yeah. Bad ass goth - me.
*evil grin*
(PS Bret got us Madonna tickets. *MEEP!*)

I SO could

Smack my younger self.
I was REALLY ANAL about record keeping!
It doesn't help that, in the middle of my shredding, the Unit says "Oh I keep bank statements forever." *sighs*
You DON'T really need to. Especially since everything I'm shredding is LONG closed, let alone old. I'm pretty much keeping active accounts, or anything younger than 4 years (which has significance, trust me.)

At least I'm FINALLY using the Hanging File Folder Labels I bought for my printer, to label by year the files in my "Long Term Storage" box.
(I can feel you seething ms. zelda_eckleberg I've been DYING to use these. They're not sticky, just hanging folder label sized. If only I had room to do everything all at once - the boxes are on my bed and I have to crawl over to the computer to make new ones. *pouts*)

Thinking about ordering a pizza. I shouldn't, but I need it delivered. I don't want to go out now, nor do I want to struggle over the crap on my bed to close the window.

I just hope I can keep my mind on this long enough to do it RIGHT, so that all I have to do is update at years end. You should SEE the crap still to be shredded. I have two kitchen bags packed to the gills, and nowhere to dump them (At the moment, the Unit has also made me nervous about dumping them into the bins out back. *rolls eyes*)

I'm too good at this for my own good

I remember going through some of my files a while ago and pulling out the old stuff. Prior years, probably 2002, 2001. maybe some 2000.

I have NO FREAKING CLUE where the box is with these items in it.
I don't even know WHERE I might have put them. I can't bring up an image of the box, so I don't know if it's an office style box or some other box I picked up somewhere. It's probably in the storage unit, but I'm NOT SURE.

Muther Effer.

I need to get this done, I want to move on to selling stuff which can't happen til my room is clean.

Edit - Why is it that the weekend I want to DO STUFF around the house everyone wants to be effing social? El called wanting to "have drinks" tonight and SpiderMatt wanted me to go to the Science Museum with his gf and he tomorrow (WTF? Hell no! I love museums, but I have stuff to DO, you big freak!). I made tentative dinner plans, but I forgot that El is all alone, so she might want to come up early. I hope she likes sushi.

All I want to do is go to the movie, have a nap, and clean til I have to clean up and go to ManRay.

By the time I get up Sunday, it will be too late to get anything done, and the Unit comes home.

YARGH!

Contemplating an all nighter, since I seem to be getting stuff done. We'll see. I never did get that ice cream anything, since I didn't feel like driving out, and i just spent my money on a delivered pizza and 2 liter of soda (best two liter EVER - when I get cravings they are like a MONKEY on my back!)

OK, back to organizing, and shredding.

You know

I should never have thoughts like:

"Where IS the title to my car, anyway?"

(I was considering dumping the proof of payment of my car loan, to which the internal commentary started with "NO, we need proof we paid for it!" then "Silly monkey, we have the title, obviously we paid for it!" then "Oh right!" That lead to above thought.)

(*off to find my car title*)
(I know it's here, I had it to show the insurance peeps. Like, recently. So I've put it somewhere safe, as defined as "Safe from only me, since I can't find it.")