2005 Is Really Really Starting to Suck...

And it's on January.

So I wake up this morning and check my bank account. My paycheck is at least $300 short. Yes, $300. I've got bills due (some checks already written), so let's just say I PANICKED. So I called work and turns out that my vacation days weren't applied when I was out (due to a death in the family) and there was a misunderstanding as to how I wanted to handle that, and needless to say, even if it's all straightened out, I'm screwed this paycheck.

Yeah, lovely. I won't even know for sure until 2 p.m. today, so my day is pretty much shot. It's hard to be creative when you're wondering how many checks are going to bounce.

I'm sorry, I had a DEATH in my family, you pigs. And I wasn't about to let my Mom spend all that time alone.

Fuckit...

So yeah, if I seem a little pissy today, now you know why.

I also had the living shit scared out of me driving home yesterday. I'm listening to the radio (classic rock) and they're playing that "Twilight Zone" song (by Golden Earring) and suddenly, the Emergency Broadcast Signal goes off. And there's no announcement that this is a test. Because it isn't. My mind suddenly remembers a dream I'd had the previous night about the nukes dropping (yes, I am a child of the 80's, that shit terrifies me) and suddenly, I just know... that's it, the world as we know it is going to be nuked out of existence.

It takes them a good 30 seconds to cut in and say that it was for Aiken County, so I finally know what the signal was for, and being that I'd never heard the real thing before, I'd say that's why I freaked. Having grown up in the nuke age, I was always under the impression that the signal would only go off if we were being nuked.

Anyway, I was crying and shaking by the time I got home, and I felt utterly foolish, and Will pretty much made me feel worse (he called me hormonal, the bastard), and I'm still a little ticked off about the whole thing. He's younger than me, he doesn't remember what it was like wondering who was going to push the red button next. I mean, I STILL have nightmares about it.

So... yeah...

Anyway, home page for the Gavin page is done - check it out at http://www.gavinstripped.com/index2.php - none of the links work, but I think it's purty.

Copied from tinafizz

Copy and paste the first sentence from the first post of each month from last year...

January:

I went to the party on the condition we would leave around 1 (we got there late, too).

February:

Good weekend.

March:

I don't like Mondays... isn't just a Boomtown Rats song.

April:

Robin is in a good mood - I think Will spiked my coffee... hehe

May:

I've run out of ways to say I hate George Bush... hehe

June:

Back at work this morning.... bah, humbug.

July:

Well, I'm off to go learn Flash... I have two days of classes, so if you're looking for me and haven't heard back, that's where I'll be.

August:

Got some good gossip this morning... yeah, THIS early!

September:

I just woke up and found that 40 GB of my bandwidth on DDF was sucked up last night... whew... glad Dreamhost deletes the highest bandwidth day.

October:

I am uber-busy today, thanks to being off work yesterday.

November:

I just wanted to let you WBS patrons know that the database at the chat has been updated and all of your handles and info (including account info) should be as it was.

December:

Yes, that is Hungry Like The Wolf in my subject line for those of you who didn't get that! *L* And yes, I see DURAN DURAN TOMORRROW!!!