Sat. Misc.

Our papers came to us like two hours before normal- it’s not even 11 am and here I am at home on OD.  I’ve been doing the Sunday papers for two years now.  In that time I’ve been, like, eying one of the other distributors, occaisionally yakking it up with her.  Although I think "what the hell, let’s see where this goes" it hasn’t gone much of anywhere.

Until this morning.  I was standing at the entrance to the paper building, lighting up a smoke (oh yes, I am a sinner.  These cigs keep jumping into my hands…) and she came up behind me, intending to goose me and maybe scare me too.  I’m fairly perceptive, so when I felt someone behind me, I turned and ruined her fun, lol.  She told me what she had intended then said (luckily, I had a good hold on that cig) "What would you do if someone came up to you and asked you to touch them?" Well, it depends on who it is – if it was you, I guess I wouldn’t mind too much, I said in reply – why do you ask?

In the following conversation, I saw glimpses of a woman with body image problems.  She wasn’t proud of her belly and wears loose, formless clothing to hide herself from scrutiny, but from what I can see, hey, it’s not so bad.  I kinda feel sorry for women in this society.  There are more pressures on women to look a certain way than there are on men.  If I, for example, was to get really conscious of it, I’d think I’m not thin so much as scrawny.  I’m pretty pleased with the way I look, and don’t waste any time fantasizing about the superman body that some guys think about.  If she don’t mind a thin guy, I could handle someone who outweighs me by 20 pounds.  She said shes 180 lbs, and I think (I haven’t been on a scale in a LONG time) that I’m about 160 lbs.

Supposedly, 180 is about my optimal weight, and I guess I could, like, shoot for that, but food has little intrest to me- I eat when I’m hungry and since the microwave died, I haven’t eaten as much as I used to because, gee, it was easy to throw some hot pockets in the ‘wave, whereas now, I actually have to put some effort into making my food.

All of which is a way of semi-avoiding the real point, which was that some woman is showing interest in the cat.  The boss thinks we’ll be getting our papers at 12:15 tonight (instead of nearly 2 am) and I asked Christy what time she’ll be there too, telling her I’d be there about 12 tonight.  "What time would you like me to be here?"  I said.

"I’d like you to be here earlier every night" she said.

Let’s see where this goes.

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I called the bank about the loan I applied for Thursday, and guess what?  "You have signifacant delinquencies and we can’t lend you any money".

No real surprise.

Remember how Capital One used to have commercials showing the hordes that would decend on you if you used one of the other cards instead of theirs?  That is a self-portriat.  I used their card for awhile, but then all assistance from the state and feds evaporated – "you’ve got a head injury and can’t work?  Oh well for you"  I couldn’t make the minimum payments and called them to cancel the card.  "Oh, we can’t cancel it until you pay it off" they said and contuinued to charge me the minimum, plus late fees and overcharges and made that $68 into $1650.  I have absolutely no intention of paying them one fucking cent.

None.

They keep reselling the debt to various collection agencies, which was another reason to cancel the home phone.  Fucking dickheads do not listen.

If you work for Cap One, tell ’em for me to suck my dick- they are never going to get any thing from me, ever.

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A called me just now.  They are towing the Saturn they bought to the dealership.  Instead of doing the guess and by gosh thing to get it up and running, A is gonna bite the bullet and let the dealer deal with it, so I’ve gotta follow the tow truck and give them a lift home.

I’ll check back in a few hours….then get some sleep and go downtown at 11:30.  And see what happens.

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