Bunk of America!

Okay. Bank Of Fucking America took a $100 check I made out to someone and turned it into $25,000 this morning somehow!!!! I am sooo pissed. All this shit is bouncing and for no fault of my own, for once. And nobody seems to be able to deal with me quickly. "Wow. That's a really big mistake.", they tell me. No shit.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

I went to download a 99 cent iTunes song this morning and it told me my account was overdrawn. I went and looked and saw I was 24 some-odd-grand negative! Called the 800 number and they told me the guy's name that did the transaction and connected me.

I need to hit someone or something. Maybe Ryan Delgado at the Flamingo Road, Pembroke Pines branch, since he's the mental defect that did this transaction.

ADDENDUM: Well, the lady just called me and was all calm and not very apologetic. "Not sure what happened, but it's all okay now." No. It's not okay. My blood pressure is fucking through the roof and I want some compensation. What a HUGE screw up!!! "Oh, I'll talk to the teller", she tells me. FIRE HIS ASS!

Really didn't need this following that Taylor Hicks Soul Patrol fucking epileptic-acting goofball winning American Idol. Our country is definitely Hicksville.

Bloody Merry

Yeah, my ability to have a Merry Christmas has been hit. Hard. Last week, my car A/C stopped working. Yesterday, on my drive home from work, the windows being down revealed a bigger problem. A grinding metal-on-metal noise. Upon taking the RAV4 to Tires Plus this morning (which fixes again and again wheel bearings, hubs & the like), they tell me it's my spindle and axle. AND they tell me it's around $700 to fix it. Given they never fix anything right (thus the again and again part of my earlier statement), I called someone else that I trust. But, he can't look at it until Monday. So, my weekend free is screwed. Don't want to risk driving around and having my wheels fall off of something. And of course, I need to drive to Tampa next Friday for Christmas with my family. So, I HAVE to get this fixed. Can't afford it, though. I need a Christmas miracle. Or at least a bandage for my bloodied "merry". And I need to try and act happy today at least for my son's birthday party.

There-apist

Okay, time to finally write something here I guess. I started this to have an outlet for my venting, but I have yet to plug in anything. So, let's turn this mic on, even though this is a short rant.

For several years, I've played amateur counselor on AOL. Mind you, I'm not a real therapist, I'm just "there" for a lot of women. Seems to be one of my purposes in life, although I question why. I have always attracted women in need of a protector, a father figure, a male who is different than most – who hears and cares. I am a great listener – empathic and intuitive – and almost always feel exactly what each is going through. I give advice, based on all this data. They listen, thank me – and then categorically proceed to wipe their ass with what I suggest. I offered to one repeat "client" that it was my feeling that she asked my advice only so she could gauge what to do by picking the exact opposite of what I said.

So, what is the point of this fate of mine? To have me feel good about helping someone initially, and then later realize I'm no help at all? Or is the listening itself a service? Do I play the part of a priestlike confidant for girls to bear their souls? Or do I just jeopardize my dating relationships by caring too much about too many females and it really does no one any good, especially me?

I'm just asking. I have no therapist there for me.

It's Not All Good

Yeah, that's what I wanted to name this, but it was taken. Proves my point.