okay. so i figure since i slept late and forgot it was easter, therefore inadvertantly blowing off my family, i should make a little post to bipolar.

yeah…i'm still a little ticked about coalesce cancelling the other night. how lame is that?

i just got back from ye olde taco hut. i ordered the cheese pizza combo and brought it home. well…i cracked that fucker open and bit into the pizza and it was just nasty. i'm used to the cheese being like rubber, but the shit was cold and the crust was hard as a rock. so i plow my way through it, mainly just because i'm freakin' starved. well…then i get to the breadsticks. they were burnt, yet still cold and they, too, were like chewing on stone. fed up, i packed what was left of the "meal" up and trucked it back down to the point of origin. keep in mind that, while i may be hell on the foodservice industry, i have never taken something back because it tasted like shit. never. i had to get back in the car from home and drive back to that shithole, so by the time i got there, i was downright pissed.

so what else is new?

so i take it in the front door, my hateful little smirk on my face, and tell the lady at the counter what the score is. she walks off to go get something, and comes back with this little conversation goes down…

her: this card will get you a free meal the next time you come back. we're really sorry about this.
me: no no no…see…i asked for a refund. you're just trying to give me more food. that just means i have to come in here and play russian roulette with your crap food again. i want my money back.
her: let me get the manager.

they always seem to think i'm gonna be intimidated by the manager. fuck that. i told her the food was crap, pointed to their conveniently placed sign that says if i don't like it, i get my money back, and got just that. my money back. and i took the little card for a free dinner, too. all the while sipping my pepsi from the combo.

other than that, my weekend has been pretty low key. i got another phone call from the ex, last night. i met her at a bar i hate and sat there and proceeded to hate everything about the situation i was stuck in. it was a total booty call, i'd say, but i think i held my own. actually…i know i came out the winner in that situation.

end of story.

lesson: you fuck with the bull, you get the horns.
or…
"nobody fucks with the jesus."

damn straight. now i'm just gonna go rent the big lebowski and get it over with.