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So i've been hanging out a lot with one of my old co-workers from Wal Mart, another cashier by the name of Horatio. Just last night we beat the game we've been playing for a month, Army of Two, on the hardest difficulty (yay us). In this game there is a concept of aggro, that is when you go to fight the enemies whoever shoots the most, has the biggest gun, etc, gets all the aggro and glows red. If your character has the aggro long enough he kind of hits his anger max as it were, and triggers a special Overkill mode. I think i'm about to go into my own Overkill...
I was woken up earlier by, I don't even know who. Some sort of political entity that I actually agreed with, yet they still managed to piss me off. They were telling me about some HR40 or something, some new bill or something they're trying to pass to make people not only have to register to own guns, but also to take a class and pay a fee to do so. (Because we need MORE fees & taxes than we already have, because we're so well off...) Of course I think this is a bunch of BS, as i'm all for our 2nd amendment right, but these people annoyed the hell out of me by playing an EXTREMELY loud record message from whoever was in the Congress that supported them (i'm talking hold the phone 1 ft away and still be able to clearly hear it.) Then after that the woman that comes back on the line and asks if I could hear him ok. Though after that of course comes the begging for money, to which I finally just tell the lady I have $2 in my bank account, when she finally gives up. I was far too tired to yell or argue, but after having woken up now i'm fucking pissed off, and have no one to yell at. I kinda hope they'll call again so I get a chance to bitch them out.
In other news...I had actually had lots of difficulties finding Horatio to go pick him up yesterday, and a couple things about it upset/concerned me. The first of these being that i'm fairly sure my POS car is breaking down. OR rather, my Dad's POS car, i'd never buy or drive the thing unless I had no choice (which I don't). The brakes are either going, or have air in the lines or something, and now the engine is going too. This is just what I need right now, to be broke & jobless when I need a car to drive, and $$$ to move out.
The 2nd thing that's concerning me is my health. Either I just have the stomach flu, and am dehydrated, or something else is fucked with my head. Twice now in the past week i've found myself getting extremely dizzy, the 1st time in the Wal Mart parking lot, the 2nd time while I was driving, although not nearly as bad, but still not fun...
So I go to tell my Dad about this, and he tells me how I should go get in my car and take the car down to the mechanic that lives down the street that sold it to us and tell him about it. Uh, yeah Dad, great idea, and then what? Pay him in fucking peanuts? I just LOVE how the Chevy Truck, which used to be MY truck, has become HIS truck, that I can't drive, because I might get into another accident. (Which of course, the last one was. I mean, I was blindsided in pouring down rain by ANOTHER Chevy Truck, it's obiouvly my fucking fault.) God i'm so fucking angry right now, at pretty much everything. I feel like i'm about to detonate on the next person or thing that sets me off.
So i'll sit here, and run my back massage pad to keep the pain in my right side from getting worse, and listen to Slipknot until the boiling anger once again is calmed down to a managable simmer. Although now I finally have someone to talk with on MSN, so I think i'll go do that.
Love & Peace,
Will