Thursday, October 26, 2006

Feel my RATH Insurance Industry

Why must all professional cliche' stereotypes prove to be true right when i am trying not to be judgemental? why must the insurance industry encite RAGE in me? i just want my car fixed! i just want a rental car. i just want to not have to talk to 8000 customer service people, who by the way, have NOOOOo business being in any customer service position, just to get one lady who cant tell me any information i want to know and then hangs up on me after i sat on hold for 24 minutes to reach a real fucking human. damn it American Family insurance!! do i really have to send out angry yells across cyber space about you because your service blows and your coverage is fair to less than moderate? do i have to tell the world that you are shifty and you flipantly change your policies because you are just another fucking cog in the evil clockwork oif our corporate money driven society? well piss off American Family insurance. i hope when you find that brick i am wishing i could throw thru your front window you know its from me and you wish you had just been a little more helpful instead of incuring my wrath because of your lack of compassion and common human desency...i wont be writing my name on Mr. Brick so the coppers dont show up at my house...but i have a feeling that after our last conversation you will know whose imaginary brick that was...

Monday, October 16, 2006

The Plague has struck us down


we have been struck down by the plague here at Casa de la Sicko...apparently the wrath of something is sweeping the land clearing the earth of all the weak immune systems and we are them! we lose. flu scores one, we score zero! oh well, i am sure i needed to clear out my head of the snot i had sitting around anyways. who doesnt need to have a couple days a month where you feel like a truck hit you, filled your ears with cotton, your head with cement and your throat with sand paper?

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Ode to the theif who stole my purse


dear theif who pryed the door open to my brand new car to steal my purse,
i usually shy away from wishing death or dismemberment on people i dont know. truthfully i usually shy away from wishing death on folks period...however, i believe i am fully justified in wishing some horrible fate on you and your drug addict friends who thought mine would be a good car to rob and damage. well maybe it was a good choice because you did seem to get my purse, my checkbook, my credit cards and a couple gift cards you could probably give a fuck about. unfortunatly for you i wasnt passed out in a coma or a drunken slump and i woke shortly after you ruined my brand new cars beautiful black door and realized something was amiss. so after canceling all my cards, my bank account and EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY FUCKING PURSE, i returned to my day, had the car dusted for prints and sold some flooring at the office.

i guess i should remind you dear theif, that my deductable is 500 bucks and its a damn good thing i am independantly wealthy or that would be a real bitch, not to mention replacing all the crap in my purse.,..so far to the tune of about a hundred bucks. its a good thing my car is just a material possesion (although its only a month old and possibly the newest love of my life) that is covered by a hefty insurance policy that will fix it and bring it back to its former beauty...but you know what my deductable wont bring back dear theif? the only god damned thing in that purse i really want back...not that it even stirs in your mind to care, because you are a low life theif, who would rather pry the door off MY FUCKING CAR THAN WORK FOR YOUR OWN MONEY APPARENTLY, but if you had a chance to swing by and drop off the little red card with a cross on it i would really appreciate it man...yah see , it happens to be one of the only little things i got from my dad (although i guess i technically stole it from his wallet) when he died, and since i keep it with me everywhere i go, and since sometimes it feels like the only connection to him i have left to hold on to, and finally since he probably wont be swinging by any time soon to replace it, i would really like it back.

but feel free to keep my credit cards, and hell, keep my i.d. and make copies for your friends for all i care. so dear theif in conclusion, i really hope the lifestyle you are leading lands you right where you belong...serving me fries at Mcdonalds, while i use your life as an example to my children as to why you should do well in school and go to college. i, my friend, will replace my stolen items, and the 3 dollars cash in my wallet, i will deal with the pain of losing something really special, and i will be succesful and prosperous. you, my friend, i am willing to bet...will not.

Sincerely,
the girl whose car you trashed