Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

So, nothing unusual has been happening the past couple of days since I last blogged.  So why do I feel so fucking frustrated tonight??  I just feel like something needs to be done that's not being taken care of and that my life is just spinning out of control.  But, it's not, and that's what pisses me off.  If there was something the matter, I would rationalize it (at least in my head) on how to fix it and I would be fine.  But, this irrational emotion shit just really needs to stop.  I'm thinking about taking a vicodine just to knock me out before going to bed so that I can sleep tonight, 'cause I feel that it'll be hell for me to actually fall asleep tonight.

Hey, got an email today from the Equality Ohio Polictal Action Committee (they are a part of the Human Rights Campaign, the leading LGBT political group).  They were discussing different political candidates in Ohio that support equality for the LGBT people.  So, check out their website, inform yourself on all of the issues, and vote this coming election!

Real quick, close your eyes and pray to whatever god that you believe in...

For you'll need their forgiveness and strength.

Seriously...I'm not joking.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UErhhkI42cA 

So, yesterday I woke up and I had a couple small (what looked like) pimples near the bottom of my lip.  So, anyways, I popped them (I know, lovely) and went about my day and noticed that a small portion of my lower lip was numb.  Whatever, it's all good.  So, I woke up this morning and I looked at myself in the mirror before going into the shower and realized that the portion of my lip that was slightly numb was freaking huge.  Like, I looked like this mishapen Picaso painting.  I actually had to maneuver about have of my swollen lip into my mouth for it to look "normal."  Bloody hell.  However, after I took my shower and what not the swelling went down to something looking halfway normal.  However, the zits/sores near the bottom of my lip are doing a lot better, so hopefully it'll go away soon.  I found it inappropriate to be walking around looking like I just got collagen injected into a small portion of my lip.  Because no one wants to look like that.

So, yesterday I went to the bank to close on the commercial loan.  *YEA*  And, they had the check already made up prior to me even getting there.  So, after I signed on the dotted lines, he gave me the check and I just walked out into the lobby and deposited that bad boy.  Also earlier that day I was in Celina and decided to close out my account with Community First Bank (now First Financial or whatever they're calling themselves now a'days).  Which I found really irritating, I never thought it would be that difficult.  I went over to one of the branches, not the main office, and told them that's what I wanted to do.  So, this lady asked me what type of account it was...I told her that it was checking.  She then pulled it up and asked if I had any checks that haven't cleared.  I told her that all of them have cleared.  She then started poking around in my transactions and asked about the Sallie Mae and Chase and various other transactions.  I told them that it was taken out by the companies 'cause I sent my payment to them over the internet.  She then asked me if it was initiated by me or by them...meaning if it was set up on EFT or not.  I told her that I initiate all of my transactions, I don't have people automatically taking money outa my account.  She then went over to this other lady and asked her to come over and they were both looking at my account and they asked me *AGAIN* how that money was coming out of the account.  I almost hit them.  So I repeated what I said and they asked "so they don't automatically take it out of your account?"  So, mentally, I threw myself over the counter and started to berate them with bitch slaps and screams of stupidity and hatred.  But, in real life I said, that's correct.  So, this finially stopped them from asking stupid questions...or so I thought.  They then pointed out to me that there was a large gap in check numbers.  Like, a couple hundred.  I thought to myself, "Well yes, within a week or two I wrote over a couple hundred checks and NONE of them have cleared!!!!!"  But, I told them that I must of grabbed the wrong book of checks and the numbers are out of sequence.  OOOHHHH they said, like it's the first time that anyone's ever done that.  *sighs*  And then...the most horriable thing happened.  The lady said that she didn't want to close out a checking account and that she would feel more comfortable closing out a savings account.  The lady that normally closes out the accounts went out to lunch and she isn't sure when she'll be coming back.  I mean, are you fucking serious?!  I went through all of this and was *UPFRONT* about it being a checking account...and you can't/won't even CLOSE IT?!?!?!?!??!  Again, mentally I pulled them across the counter and berated them with broken glass up their cunts.  But, in real life, I asked what other options I had.  Well, they told me that I can go to the main branch and close out the account.  *sighs*.  Stupid whores...I hate the ladies at that branch, which is why I picked that branch to close out my account.  And they just turned it into one stupid fuck fest for Casey.

But anyways, I have to get back to work.  I just wanted to throw a hissy fit :) 

So, I got home today and opened up a letter from my health insurance provider and they got the bill for the kidney stone fiasco.  The bill was for $1,400 and, due to my deductible of $1,000 and coinsurance, they only paid out a tad over $300.  Super spank.  So, I called mom (she works for the hospital that I went to) and she said that the bill is more than likely *just* for the CAT scan, not for the X-rays that they did or the radiologist to interpret both of those tests.  Fuck.  And, on the notice from the insurance company, they didn't mention what was included with that.  So, I'll have to call the hospital tomorrow and ask them for an itemization of what that $1,400 makes up so that I can assess the damage.  That's just a lot out of the pocket book at one time.  Bastards!

But, other then that, nothing has been going on.  I went with Mike to his family's Labor Day picnic in Shelby, OH.  Normally when I'm with his family, his family act...well, not normal (of course, normal is judged against my family tee hee).  But, maybe it was just me, but things seemed a wee bit more relaxed and what not.  So it was pretty fun.  I got his this kick ass Uno game and I whipped everyone's asses without regard to feelings.  I even...*whimpers*...did my "I just kicked your ass and now I'm dancing" dance.  I know, the world shutters.  But, in all fairness, I told them, prior to me playing, that I play to slaughter them and I will not take any prisoners.  So, I slaughtered them...it was glorious!  They then wanted me to play this weird ass card game where you have to spell.  I mean...seriously.  I'm illiterate!!!  You realize this reading my blog.  And you want me to play a game that requires spelling?!!?!  I told them that I was illiterate and they laughed at me, like I was joking.  And, I was like, "No dudes, you don't understand.  My sister-in-law constantly screams at my brother and I for illiteracy."  And then they asked if I could spell three letter words.  I told them that I wasn't sure about that but I did know how to spell some 4 letter words.  *muse*.

Yes, nothing better then laying down some sweet choice fucks in my blogs.  Seems to spice up the page...whatcha think?