Picked up Michael and we went to a sofa place to look at, well, sofas for chrissakes. And, goddamn if he didn't actually buy one. See, this place opened up within the last week: I just happened to have noticed it taking the bus to work one day. And then we hemmed and hawed over some couches and he decided he wanted one and then we couldn't figure out how to get it to his place except for the fact that there was a National Car Rental place RIGHT NEXT DOOR and it was closing in fifteen minutes so the guy knocked $10 off the cube van rental and we got it for $30 and I bartered with the couch guy and knocked $30 off of it, so it was all good. We bought the couch at 4:30, moved it and returned the van and were back at my place by 5:30. It was stupid easy. We decided it was on account of my horseshoe.
Then we caught the bus down to Taylor's Crossing where the people that ran the Victoria and New York marathons were meeting and we had cheap pizza and beer (cause I need more alcohol, clearly) and one of the clinic owners gave me a hug (and a cupcake: I'm not even making that up) because she knew I qualified for Boston cause, uh duh, I emailed - by accident - the whole effing clinic. Anyways, it was nice to see some people in their civvies and chilling out and then one of our running mates gave us a lift home and sometimes I'm just puzzled by the amount of good luck coming my way.
Michael said, "Did your dad have good luck?" and I said, "Yeah. Until he was sixty-two". My dad took a helluva lot of risks and I guess he just exceeded his quota that Wednesday night. I think I might be burning through my quota faster than I ought as well. I mean... whatever. Let's not get into it.
I think I bounce off the walls too much because I'm frustrated.
I think a lot of people are really frustrated.
I can't help anyone out. And no one else is going to help me out.
I dunno. Not sure what I'm aiming at here.
The cupcakes were really good though. They were made with actual butter icing. As I ate it I thought: I am eating butter and sugar. And that is goddamn awesome.
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It depends where you are. In the boating world, everybody is always helping everybody else out. It's a wonderful life.
I need a place to rant. I am trying to contact HSBC so that I can open up a new bank account and grrrr, it's just not working.
What other banks are safe and global?
Oh jeez, that's a good one. I dunno. HSBC is the only one I know. This came up when I googled it: http://www.globalbusinessinsights.com/content/rbfs0064T.pdf. Maybe Barclays? I've also heard of Credit Suisse, but I do all my banking locally.
Jody is always saying Jolea needs to have an international bank account, but funny thing is, they aren't on every corner.
Back to the post... Duder-girl you are a good person... that's why you have so much good luck. It's the same as karma, you get what you put out. Think back about your dad, I bet he was good and kind and it came back to him. Yeah you rant and rave, but that's OK, you get it off your chest, and you don't do any harm to anyone in the process.
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