August 1st, 2010

Steph Death Glare

Pissed off

First of the month for me is when I get food stamps. So I went to Winco today because I have a monthly bus pass, so why not? I was halfway from the 92nd street transit center and Winco when I had one of those small fits of panic I sometimes have, usually when I can't remember if something is still in my purse or not, liike "OMG did I forget such-and-such at the whatsit?" They're brief but powerful mini panic attacks, lasting from several seconds to half a minute, usually passing the moment I find whatever it is I think I've lost.
This one was slightly different, though. It was, "OMG are we sure there's money in the food stamps thing?" I forced myself to be calm, thinking to myself, "It's just a stupid panic attack." but called in to check anyway because only knowing for sure would solve the panic. I called in, and guess what? "You have zero dollars and zero cents." WHAT THE FUCK? was my reaction. I had kengr double check, and yup. No authorization for benefits this month. I. WAS. PISSED.

Now I think I know what's going on, after thinking about it. They usually send me this form around June or July to report on any changes to my income, but I haven't received a single goddamn thing from them for several months at least. So tomorrow I am going to have to go in and get this fixed. Which I shouldn't have to do, because all the other government organizations I have to deal with all know where I'm getting my mail, those idiots should know too.

In other news, I got my inverted pentagram a couple days ago. It'd be hard to get on and off even if I weren't wounded, so I haven't taken it off since I got it. Funny thing is, this high-quality pewter is stronger than my silver Shao'ahn'dih'gahn. (No, I don't sleep with the Shao'ahn'dih'gahn. Too many points. In a normal bed I would get poked. In my current bed, the thing would pop it.)
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Don't know who to credit, there's like 1,000 different versions of this song:

Don't you ever laugh when a hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet
They put you in a big black box
And cover you with dirt and rocks
All goes well for about a week
Then your coffin begins to leak
The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
The worms play picconle on your snout
They eat your eyes they eat your nose
They eat the jelly between your toes
Along comes a worm with rolling eyes
It crawls through your stomach and out your eyes
Your stomach turns a slimey green
And pus pours out like whipping cream
You spread it on a slice of bread