Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Fuckity Fuck Arse Shit Bollocks Titwank Knobrash Fucksticks Fuckity Cunting Twatface Fucko McFuck

I'm compiling a list of things that suck, but actually its really only one thing that sucks, it just sucks enough for a whole lists worth of suckiness.
I have had to bail on this whole Mardi Gras thing. And the real suckiness lies in the fact that almost everyone else has had to bail on the thing, whereas if I had been the only one it would have been less of a problem.
I would love to say that I can't go to New Orleans because I am being whisked away to Fiji by a hot boy, or I have a secret covert government operation to perform in some former Soviet state, but the reality is that I simply cannot afford it.
The reason why I cannot afford it?
THE FREAKING DENTIST!!!!!
Yes, my teeth are preventing me from the Mardi Gras experience. More to the point, the amount of money I have to pay to the dentist to put fillings in said teeth, thus preventing them from falling out and/or deteriorating to the point of costing (almost literally) four times what this wee venture will cost.
So, that sucks. Arse. Big time.
And its completely out of my control, there is no way I can ignore the dental bill, the dentist said that if I was to postpone this work until after March it would cost way more, even though I said there was no need to be dramatic and that I would get it done and he would get his money no matter what so he could give me a reasonably objective answer, and all the money I got for Xmas will go on boring dental bills not on fun stuff.
And for that, I am well pissed off.

Also, I just went to donate blood, and apparently the American Red Cross think that my fine South Pacific blood is not good enough for them, and they didn't want it.
Well yah boo sucks to you then, American Red Cross.
Still, I got a free piece of pizza out of it, even though it took nearly an hour of waiting and Spanish Inquisition-type questioning about what blood transfusions the person I used to flat with in 1996 had when they were seven and skinned their knee playing touch rugby.

I think I need a hug. Or a nap.
Maybe a hap? or a nug?