I won't. I promise.

http://www.philly.com/philly/hp/news_update/11909697.html


I want to go to the hearing. And when this little fuck comes out, I want to hit in in the face with a rock. I want to hit him until his teeth are all broken and his nose is shattered. I want to make his face a mess of blood. I want to find his little friends and do the same to them. I want to hurt them all. Badly.

And when I call Verizon to make sure I have none of their services any more, I'm going to tell them this case sweetens the deal for me.

Such rage. Such absolute rage.

But wait. There's more.

Criminal negligence all around.

Still disgusted.

http://www.philly.com/dailynews/columnists/stu_bykofsky/20071210_Stu_Bykofsky___Dog-probe_delays_should_be_a_warning.html

Automotive "Kick Me" Sign Strickes Again.

So a school bus hit the mirror on my car while Mom, Dad, Aunt Grace and I were at The Watermark looking at Aunt Grace's new place. Driver's side, of course. A very kind bystander rose the bus down on his bike, got the bus' number and tag, and the company. He left me the info-- with his name and number-- on a piece of his NA pamphlet. Bless him.

Of course, now this means I have to fuck with my car between now and Friday, while what I really need to be doing is packing and getting ready for NELA. This I did NOT need. I'm going to try to drop it off tomorrow morning so as to let Marty order the part, then pick it up Friday before we go to Rhode Island. I've already nearly killed myself once, so I really don't want to drive it up there without a mirror. Dammit.

And no, I don't know if it was a short bus or not.