Posts Tagged ‘Angry’


Screw Finishline!


In my pajamas; Sitting at my desk; Angry texting my ex-boyfriend– 7:14 AM

Both of my old websites are available to register again.
I am so tempted to buy them, lmao.

The Story:
I bought some sneakers from on Dec. 14th with my credit card.
They put the $239.87 hold on my bank account.
At 6:23 AM…
They call asking for the phone number I gave my bank 2 years ago.
Not in the We want your business, and this is a formality voice
Or the English is my second language, but God I’m trying voice.
But in the Inarticulate hood cop interrogating a suspect voice.
I am, obviously, very irritated.
And I don’t mind letting this rent-a-cop know.
I won’t go into the back-and-forth that ensued.
In the end, I got a supervisor (or someone who said he was) to cancel my order.
Then, I called the toll-free number back to make sure it was actually canceled (it was).

The Conclusion:
I will never buy anything from Finishline stores or their website again.
There are too many other options to deal with poor service.
I will buy my overpriced crap elsewhere, thank you.

And now,
I am going back to bed.


Not really back. But, hi!


Drinking Tropicana lemonade, Eating a Quiznos chicken carbonara, Listening to QVC, Coding a website — 4:30 PM

[edit: 09/10/08]
1. Good news for Butters.
His limp went away that same day, and
My roommate sold him to someone with 2 other dogs, and a huge yard.

2. If you have linked me, and I don’t have your link up.
Please let me know!

How are you all?!
I hope you’re well. I am still very, very busy.
But, I wanted to take the time to blog.

Am I crazy?
I guess I thought managing college, work, free hosting, and 3 other websites wasn’t enough. I decided to start a hosting company. Some of you already know what it is, but others will just have to wonder  wink

My roommate got a pitbull.
He named him “Playa”.
But, I call him “Butters”, because he is a really light tan.
The dog doesn’t like my cat, Hobbs (who turned 7 months today).
So, we had to move all Hobbs’ stuff to the spare room.

Time to move.
Hobbs isn’t happy being restricted to his room, and our bedroom.
And I am not happy with the smell of Butters.
So, me and my boyfriend are going to be moving soon.

Animal neglect.
I feel extremely bad for the pitbull.
We don’t have a yard.
My roommate keeps him in this little cage in the living room.
The only time Butters is let out of the cage is to eat, drink, or be walked.
And, of course, I let him out the cage when I’m home.

The dude doesn’t even care about the dog.
He never plays with him. And he only feeds/walks him when the dog starts barking and whimpering. Now, Butters is limping. Well, hopping. He won’t put pressure on his back leg, and starts whimpering if you touch it.
My boyfriend thinks it’s from being cramped in that cage. But, who knows?
Butters needs to see a vet. And if my roommate doesn’t make that happen soon, the Humane Society’s phone will be ringing :|