After 3-4 days more or less awake which were eventful*, I woke to discover:
1. I'd slept for 17 hours. Likely 'needed' in the technical sense, but really still a disappointing waste of valuable Awake Time.
2. My huge tub of ice cream [of which I'd settled down comfortably with and had made 2-3 bites progress into] was all over my bed, the bedside table [including but not limited to my phone, keys, various cards and what represent some form of post-it note system I employ] and the floor. We're talking 2L [convert it you fucking ancients - I think half a gallon] worth ice cream here.
This was a huge "FUCK?!" moment for me. And it had nothing to do with the ice cream. I've got a maid who'll transform all that shit to perfection when she gets in later this morning. But I won't have that maid back home, and it got me thinking about how I'd adjust to normal life after 3 yrs of Not Normal. So that's pretty scary shit cause my attempt at Normal starts in a few days....well, I have a grace period of a month or two in hotels I guess but the core issue of "FUCK?!" remains at the forefront of my mind.
3. I have that "ffs" sinking feeling you have when you wake up and you've fucked up kinda badly.
Not so important contributing ffs: This fairly ridiculously stunning girl came over after ringing me with 2 hrs advance notice. I lost track of time and hadn't showered when she arrived. For normal people, this would be "so?" - but for me, it's pretty "ffs" cause I don't know when my last shower was but if you took the Over on 5 days, it wouldn't be dumb wagering. I kept telling her I'd jump in the shower but one thing or another distracted me online as she lay in a towel on my bed behind me. Finally she got up and said she had to go and I was pretty relieved - cause I knew that would mean I was off the hook on the shower issue. I was less relieved when I noticed she'd been lying behind me for over 3 hrs. So that was 2-3 days ago and I still haven't showered.
Far more important contributing ffs: One of my oldest friends has moved to Bangkok for 4 months and arrived last week. We had one huge night out [where we met the girl above] which was aiight cause I don't really care for that sort of thing anymore. But 2-3 nights ago we were supposed to go to Stanton Warriors at Bed - planned a month in advance. Stanton Warriors are god obv. Here is some Stanton but they're ridiculous live - like...ridiculous. I couldn't honestly give you a single name for someone or something I'd rather see live at this moment. I'm kind of stunned I couldn't psych myself up enough to shower and go across the fucking road...for similar reasons to the ice cream "FUCK!?" issue.
Bed is god [for superclubs] if you're into that thing - which I'm not, anymore.
Looks shit in the day obv. But you can't really get how huge it is from outside. Holds like 3000 or so - for a nightclub, it's almost as good as they get. And it's across the road from where I live.
He arrived around 8 and I wasn't feeling up to a night out but [unlike the pathetic US nightlife scene] people don't really go out here until 11pm so I knew I had a few hrs. Midnight rolled around and I just couldn't do it and had given him enough hints in the previous 4 hrs for him not to have been surprised, like "I can't do this" "just not gonna happen". When I officially called time of death on the night out, he was cool with it but continued to stay - I had no real problem with that but he was starting to annoy me with incredibly dumb questions about everything and anything and I was getting hella tilted. Like, I was trying to hint that he should head home but he just wasn't getting it. My tilt was rising to serious levels when I accidentally locked myself out of my Moneybookers acc forgetting they'd made me reset it earlier that night [fuck I hate that bs - forced pw resets] - knowing this was going to create a world of tilt, and it being 80% his fault [indirectly] I snapped at him and told him to fucking go home already. He did. A few hours later, I emailed him I guess what was an apology email but he fired back that it was np don't worry about it etc. I didn't. Worry about it. Except it's been 2-3 days and he hasn't contacted me and isn't responding to my one text sent yesterday. So ffs.
I'm kinda half-tilted at him really cause I hate it when people can't 'read' situations. And I would have been out of his house around 9 or 9:30pm if the roles were reversed - and all is good. But snapping at close friends like that is a fast-track to having no close friends obv. And he's one of the [very few] close friends I have that doesn't deserve a "gtfo". I think he's hella offended but I don't really know how to make that right cause to do so likely requires some emo faggotry I'm not interested in attempting right now.
The Moneybookers issue is reaching [Nostradamus-like predicted] levels of tilt. Firstly, users don't get more "vip" than my Moneybookers use. I don't give a fuck about "vip" except as it relates to functionality. So when they fucking butcher something this simple on so many levels [creating the issue then endless s since in not fucking rectifying it], I'm fucking furious. And it's not because I feel I 'deserve' VIP treatment [even though I would be in the top 1/100th of a % of their users], it's because their fucking inability to understand that I do is just moronic retardation on a scale I struggle to deal with. I've probably explained that very poorly - but I think at least Cobson will understand exactly what I'm saying.
After enough "omg you fucking idiots" nonsense to fill pages over the last 3 days, I woke up to this from them:
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Originally Posted by Moneybookers
To submit the required information please login >>> “email support” >>> “account/security” >>> “you have requested information and/or documents from me” . You need to provide the correct ticket number that you can find in the subject line of this email. As soon as we receive your explanation via the Internal Ticket System we will reconsider your lost password request and we will contact you within two business days.
If you don't instantly see a problem there, you should probably kill yourself.
CERN is The European Organization for Nuclear Research, and it is home to such research facilities and devices as the Large Hadron Collider, which may or may not lead to the eventual destruction of the earth and mankind.
a foot of snow got dumped on my face, I spent 2 1/2 hours snow blowing the snow off my too long of driveway, and the drive ways of an eldarly woman and of a single mother who live across the street. So says cobson doesn't have a golden heart? I spent the rest of the day stroking my cock, unable to get a fucking latte.
What I did today. Vol. 1
s since in not fucking rectifying it], I'm fucking furious. And it's not because I feel I 'deserve' VIP treatment [even though I would be in the top 1/100th of a % of their users], it's because their fucking inability to understand that I do is just moronic retardation on a scale I struggle to deal with. I've probably explained that very poorly - but I think at least Cobson will understand exactly what I'm saying. 
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