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I shouldn't gripe, but...

I will anyway. I'm really getting annoyed that I can't use LJ from 3 p.m. until about Midnight, the hours when I'm most likely to want to use it. And, it really crawls up my butt that I'm paying for this and I have to deal with error messages and "Cannot contact server." When they were actually talking about limiting the number of entries and comments that people could make, I was behind it in a lot of ways, in particular for free users. Sorry, I know free users have rights too, and I hate to sound like a snob, but when I pay for something, I expect it to work. I didn't pay for this with a rider that says, "You can only use it between the hours of 12 midnight and 3:00 p.m. You know, I'm starting to think I shouldn't have bought another full year. I should have bought it in 2 month instalments instead.

Not happy, not happy, not happy.

Okay, so enough of that. Let the LJ zombies come flying out now to tell me that I'm not being fair, that it's perfectly reasonable to pay 25 bucks for something and to have it either completely crash or work like crap at the hours I'm most likely to want to use it. I don't care. Maybe I am a demanding bitch.

One of my other offline gaming friends is out of work for awhile, because of a back problem. So, three of us have been getting together a lot. Yesterday we took a ride to Taunton. We decided to stop at the McDonalds for a fish sandwich for the other friend, cause she was hungry. As we pulled up, we saw this police car. My friend with the back problem goes, "Park somewhere else, quick!"

So, I backed up and parked at the back of the lot. "I'll wait here. You guys go get the sandwich," he says, and starts scrunching down in the seat.

Me and my friend look at each other. Finally my friend goes, "Something you want to tell us?"

"Uh... back in the early 90's, I, uh, got into a little trouble in this city and I heard a rummor their was a warranty out for my arrest."

"A warranty for your arrest?" I asked. "What the hell is that?"

My friend goes, "You know, when they're looking for you."

My front seat friend goes, "Nooo, that's the wrong word, I think you mean GUARANTEE."

I shook my head. "I think I'm riding around with idiots and I should toss you both out of the car. The word you want is warrant."

Backseat friend, "Oooh, we know who's parents sent their kid to college!"

Front seat friend, "No, we know who's been in trouble with the law before so knows all the lingo."

Backseat friend, "eh, either that or she's a big fan of Cops."

Which, of course lead to singing the Cops theme song for about five minutes.

As it turns out, the terrible crime my friend took an active part in was a tresspassing charge. Apparently he and a few of his friends snuck onto a gradeschool and climbed up on the roof late one night and were playing Frisbee and some neighbors complained. I think this was the days when he drank a lot more than he does now, if you get my drift. I kinda hope he was drinking, cause I'd hate to think that someone sober could come up with the idea of playing frisbee on a roof of a school late at night. I assure him that after almost ten years, I was pretty sure the police have forgotten all about it. And probably the statue of limitations are up on that anyway. He still insisted on hiding in the car while we went in and got the fish sandwich.

I'm not sure if I have amusing friends or insane friends.

Good news The landlord served Debbie and her boyfriend their walking papers. Debbie right now is fighting it with welfare and the state because of Brendon, Brandon, or whatever she calls her brat. I'm betting they're going to win cause it's next to impossible to get rid of someone with a kid. However, this is the first step and she knows she's not wanted in the building anymore. I've got my fingers crossed.

Speaking of the brat kid, he was running around on their porch yesterday wearing just a diaper and screaming his fool head off for about an hour. No, he wasn't hurt, just shrieking. Debbie was sitting in a chair, watching him but doing nothing to quiet him. I don't know how she can stand it. I was across the street, windows shut, and the noise was getting on my nerves. Imagine living next door to them?
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