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Since I DON'T have a few seconds...

I've learned another life lesson today: There's hell at every corner. FREEZING COLD HELL. THAT'S RIGHT. FREEZING COLD, BROKEN HEATER, NO CABLE, TROUBLE CONNECTING TO THE INTERNET HELL. It just doesn't get much worse, unless of course, you're homeless --- check it out at www.journalscape.com/Dickie_Cronkite.

After Wednesday's debacle (with the car, the class, etc.), I returned to Chicago with more fun waiting for me, or Hell, whichever way you wish to spin it.

Long car story short -- not just a serpentine belt. Two new pulleys and a new tractioner for the belt.... So, $300 later, I made it to 14-degrees-farenheit Minneapolis. Pleasant....

Actually, it was quite nice. Got to spend some quality time with Fiancee, attend the Grand Opening of my Dad's new venture, and eat dinner at a nice restaurant courtesy of a gift certificate. (Just for kicks --- the gift certificate was a make-good after horrible service... Yeah, hell at every corner... told you).

The weekend was great, nonetheless, but as Dickie said: It keeps getting harder and harder to leave your sig-O.

I had class, it went well, it was interesting. Despite the fact that it's hell week. HELL WEEK. THREE major assignments due next week. Grrrrrrrrrrrrreat.

Now, here comes the fun part: I came home to my tiny studio apartment to find that it was 52 GODDAMN DEGREES, and I HAVE ABOUT 2 CHANNELS OF CABLE, and I had to wait 2 HOURS to connect to the Internet. I want to kill my building manager. I want to show up at his doorstep, and throw a bag of burning feces into his house, hopefully burning his $4000 Oriental rug and making his place smell like dog shit indefinitely.

So, here I sit, hands frozen, hitting backspace every sentence waiting for the crazy Romanian to fix my heat. Thermostat has been pumped up to 90 degrees, yet the goddamn thing is shooting 40 degree cold on me.

I'm too pissed to talk. I'm sitting in the middle of HELL, Chicago, Il, US.

Please send food. No wait, send heat. And please, get me out of this HELL-hole Chicago.

Can't wait for Thanksgiving.

Good riddance.

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2004-11-15 6:46 PM Hell at every corner Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook	Since I DON'T have a few seconds... I've learned another life lesson today: There's hell at every corner. FREEZING COLD HELL. THAT'S RIGHT. FREEZING COLD, BROKEN HEATER, NO CABLE, TROUBLE CONNECTING TO THE INTERNET HELL. It just doesn't get much worse, unless of course, you're homeless --- check it out at www.journalscape.com/Dickie_Cronkite. After Wednesday's debacle (with the car, the class, etc.), I returned to Chicago with more fun waiting for me, or Hell, whichever way you wish to spin it. Long car story short -- not just a serpentine belt. Two new pulleys and a new tractioner for the belt.... So, $300 later, I made it to 14-degrees-farenheit Minneapolis. Pleasant.... Actually, it was quite nice. Got to spend some quality time with Fiancee, attend the Grand Opening of my Dad's new venture, and eat dinner at a nice restaurant courtesy of a gift certificate. (Just for kicks --- the gift certificate was a make-good after horrible service... Yeah, hell at every corner... told you). The weekend was great, nonetheless, but as Dickie said: It keeps getting harder and harder to leave your sig-O. I had class, it went well, it was interesting. Despite the fact that it's hell week. HELL WEEK. THREE major assignments due next week. Grrrrrrrrrrrrreat. Now, here comes the fun part: I came home to my tiny studio apartment to find that it was 52 GODDAMN DEGREES, and I HAVE ABOUT 2 CHANNELS OF CABLE, and I had to wait 2 HOURS to connect to the Internet. I want to kill my building manager. I want to show up at his doorstep, and throw a bag of burning feces into his house, hopefully burning his $4000 Oriental rug and making his place smell like dog shit indefinitely. So, here I sit, hands frozen, hitting backspace every sentence waiting for the crazy Romanian to fix my heat. Thermostat has been pumped up to 90 degrees, yet the goddamn thing is shooting 40 degree cold on me. I'm too pissed to talk. I'm sitting in the middle of HELL, Chicago, Il, US. Please send food. No wait, send heat. And please, get me out of this HELL-hole Chicago. Can't wait for Thanksgiving. Good riddance. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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