July 12th, 2000

scotto monkeypulse

Argh.

This morning I get up late. (nice long snooze. felt good...it was needed.) I wake up about 11ish, and notice April is still in the house. She's not interested in going out to get something to eat, instead opts to drop $16 on a bucket of delivered chicken and a 2 liter of soda. (Mind you, she only has a couple of bucks socked away to find another apartment, pay bay $0 to her old roomies, etc.) To add insult to injury, after getting out of the shower this morning, I went through my posckets to gather my cash together. It wasn't there. Upset, I begin to dig through my laundry basket, on the off-chance that it fell out of my pocket. No dice. Visibly irritated, I plop down on thne floor, and begin to go through all my stuff inch by inch until I can dig up my money. The first thing I do is check all the pockets of all the clothes in the basket, including my Khaki's agin, on the off chance I missed it the first time. April asks what's going on, and I tell her that some how my money has magically vanished from my clothes-pockets. She asks if I maybe left it at work, but that's impossible as I took a cab home last night, and had to pay the guy. Getting more angry by the moment, I start to go through things. again. She offers to help, and I tell her no thanks, unless she can find something that's not there. while my back is to her, she asks where I had it last, and I tell her again, that it was in my khakis, and she reccomends that I look again. I tell her that it would be pointless, as I've looked twice already. I look anyway, and lo and behold! My money is there. I confront her, and ask "Did you take it and put it back? Just tell me the truth" she denies it, and gets angry, and goes to take a shower. In the meantime, I'm really mad. If anyone asks me for money, I give it, freely, and don't worry about it's return. I figure this is the third "BIG LIE" I've caught her in, the first two being about job hunting, and not going through my stuff, not to mention the high probability of her going to the school the other day being a lie, just due to her being home so early. As I left for work, she was straightening up her things, and I hope that it means that she's going to be gone when I get home. (Ideally, only her things will be gone, as I have the numbers of her parents, ex-roomies, boss, and so on in my palm, and on the computer. God help her if she rips me off. I'm still angry, but I think I'll feel lots better if I get home and there's nobody there. I'm going to call my buddy up now and see about changing locks, etc.
scotto monkeypulse

Argh.

Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.

This morning I get up late. (nice long snooze. felt good…it was needed.) I wake up about 11ish, and notice April is still in the house. She’s not interested in going out to get something to eat, instead opts to drop $16 on a bucket of delivered chicken and a 2 liter of soda. (Mind you, she only has a couple of bucks socked away to find another apartment, pay bay $0 to her old roomies, etc.) To add insult to injury, after getting out of the shower this morning, I went through my posckets to gather my cash together. It wasn’t there. Upset, I begin to dig through my laundry basket, on the off-chance that it fell out of my pocket. No dice. Visibly irritated, I plop down on thne floor, and begin to go through all my stuff inch by inch until I can dig up my money. The first thing I do is check all the pockets of all the clothes in the basket, including my Khaki’s agin, on the off chance I missed it the first time. April asks what’s going on, and I tell her that some how my money has magically vanished from my clothes-pockets. She asks if I maybe left it at work, but that’s impossible as I took a cab home last night, and had to pay the guy. Getting more angry by the moment, I start to go through things. again. She offers to help, and I tell her no thanks, unless she can find something that’s not there. while my back is to her, she asks where I had it last, and I tell her again, that it was in my khakis, and she reccomends that I look again. I tell her that it would be pointless, as I’ve looked twice already. I look anyway, and lo and behold! My money is there. I confront her, and ask “Did you take it and put it back? Just tell me the truth” she denies it, and gets angry, and goes to take a shower. In the meantime, I’m really mad. If anyone asks me for money, I give it, freely, and don’t worry about it’s return. I figure this is the third “BIG LIE” I’ve caught her in, the first two being about job hunting, and not going through my stuff, not to mention the high probability of her going to the school the other day being a lie, just due to her being home so early. As I left for work, she was straightening up her things, and I hope that it means that she’s going to be gone when I get home. (Ideally, only her things will be gone, as I have the numbers of her parents, ex-roomies, boss, and so on in my palm, and on the computer. God help her if she rips me off. I’m still angry, but I think I’ll feel lots better if I get home and there’s nobody there. I’m going to call my buddy up now and see about changing locks, etc.

scotto monkeypulse

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Wondering. if I had one super-power, which one would I pick?

Silly things that the coming Xmen movie brings out.

Maybe the power to turn invisible? Walk Through walls? Just be invulnerable? Fly?

I think I'd like Plasticman type abilities. Change shape, you can slide through a keyhole, look like a couch, bounce bullets off you... bounce down the street like a ball... all sorts of good stuff. Impersonate famous people!
scotto monkeypulse

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Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.

Wondering. if I had one super-power, which one would I pick?

Silly things that the coming Xmen movie brings out.

Maybe the power to turn invisible? Walk Through walls? Just be invulnerable? Fly?

I think I’d like Plasticman type abilities. Change shape, you can slide through a keyhole, look like a couch, bounce bullets off you… bounce down the street like a ball… all sorts of good stuff. Impersonate famous people!