So, to say I'm pissed would be an understatement of somewhat elephantine proportions. Best Friend's second rent cheque for May bounced, which is all the more irritating because he only *wrote* a second one because the first cheque bounced. Oh, and he hasn't handed over June's rent yet, either. So yeah, we got a note from the landlady to-day, which really bugged me. Bugged me, that is, because it went something like 'You bunch of pissantish goodfornothings, how *dare* you cost me an extra 20 of my perfecty good Canadian dollars in NSF charges? Now you listen here, asshats: I want the rent for May, and the rent for June *and* I want it in Cash, by certified cheque or money order, or (even better) in pints of your fresh, warm blood. Have a nice fucking day, and let's hope I don't have to evict you, the LandLass'
Of course, I can't call him about it right now because I only found the note when I got in from work at midnight.
But I shit you not: I'm calling his slackarse to-morrow and telling him to pull his lips outta that expensive girlfriend's sphincter pronto and to fix that which he has fucked. Because I am *not* letting him hang us out to dry for her. Not with 21 years of friendship on the line. No way, no how. Period.
Man, now I'm all grumbly and shite.
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