CasualOtaku

Writer's Block: Sense and sensibility

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 10:26:15 GMT

If you could keep only one of your five senses--taste, touch, smell, sight, or hearing--which would you choose and why?

Wow, that's a tough one. It's a lot easier to choose one you're willing to give up than only having one left.

If I absolutely have to choose though, I'll go with vision.

It's the only sense that could help me overcome all the handicaps I'd have from losing all the others. With no sense of touch, I'll need my eyes to be able to tell I've taken on an injury. With no sense of taste, I should at least be able to enjoy the way my food looks. (You eat with your eyes after all.) With no sense of smell I need to be able to see the smoke pouring out of the building to know it's on fire. As for hearing, there's always subtitles and closed captions.

And of course, I couldn't read, watch a movie, or play my video games...the only things that would make the horror of losing all my other senses bearable.

Unemployed...again.

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 01:34:46 GMT

Once again I fall victim to the perils of being a temporary employee.   I have been laid off again and today marks me being without work for one week. I scraped together half my rent and I can only hope the landlady will be patient as I wait for the UI check. That or that I get back to work quickly. Wish me luck!

In other news, I got to spend my day dealing with the joys of trying to protest a parking ticket. Way back at the start of April, I got a parking ticket for no proof of registration because I didn't have a tag on my car. The reason for this is that they didn't get my proof of insurance until after they tried to send me a sticker. Thus I got a letter saying I needed proof of insurance about three days before I got the one saying they got my proof of insurance and my registration was reinstated.   Unfortunately, the ticket came in this period of three days.

So, you'd think...no problem. There's a 30 day grace period. If I send them the letters proving that I was legal that's that, especially since the automated message only asks for a letter explaining why you're protesting with the proof to back it up.

No, it's never that simple. At least not for me.   I finally got back the reply, which states that I need to get the citation signed off by the Sheriff, Police, Marshall or CHIP and pay a $10 admin fee.

Okay, kind of annoying. If you'd said that in the automated message I would have done all that before I took the trouble of copying all my paperwork and sending it certified mail. Still, it's better than a $50 ticket that would have ballooned to $170 by the time I could pay it.   (Take it from me kiddies, if you owe anything to LA pay it ASAP because the late fees are horrendous.).

So, I figure, I'm not working. Let's just go ahead and get that done while I have a day to do it. So around noon I head off, figuring it'll take an hour tops and I can do my laundry on the way back to maximize the gas I'm about to blow.   (I don't take the bus on my first trip anywhere if I can help it. I prefer to go, figure out where it is, where the bus stop is, then take the bus in the future.)

But I digress...

I go by the library first to use a nice fast computer to get a map and directions, as well as to pick up my reserved copy of 'Breaking Dawn' (My god...the woman writes about nothng...NOTHING...for 75% of each book with a heroine I want to strangle and a love interest that isn't close to realistic yet I still keep reading.)

Sorry, tagent struck again.

Back to the story. I hit up the sheriff first, and get told that they can only sign off on mechanical citations and it would cost $15 for that. But, they think CHIP can do it. I already know there's no way in hell CHIP was involved because the ticket was on a tiny street in the heart of a residental neighborhood.

So, I thank her. Head to the closest library and look up the closes Police office and Marshall. Police is closer so I head there. After waiting around about 15minutes, I get told they can only sign off on criminal and that I need to contact the DOT because police is criminal and parking is DOT. *twitch* DOT isn't even listed as an option, but I take the number she gives me and head out again.

I make the mistake of thinking I know where the closest DOT is and that it's close to home. It's late, I'm aggravated, but I'll give it a go since it's only a mile from home. I get there and realize...oops, this is the DMV not DOT...crap. My screw up, but it's not quite the end of the buisness day so let me call the number I was given.

Short wait time, thank god, but this is the wrong DOT, they don't handle my city and they don't have the number for the DOT in my area. I explain that the number was given to me by the Police with the intention of explaining that perhaps they should improve the line of communication, but the woman is so buisy insiting that they don't handle it and she doesn't have the number despite what I'm saying that I give up, thank her and hang up.

So, I'm only a hair from spitting mad and decide to call the number on my original ticket to ask them precisely who I should go to. Only to be told it was the sheriff. *twitch, twitch* Must control fist of death!!! I tell the operator I already tried that and am told to just send in proof of registration and no, no fee, my kind of ticket has no fee.

...C.O. is not a happy camper. I'm pretty certain that I've already wasted $10 in gas alone but tommorow I will try again. Hopefully it will go better.

Blah!

Tue, 12 May 2009 04:08:11 GMT

It's official...I've hit the point in the test cycle where I want to beat my head against a wall because I'm just sick of seeing the same damned game 8 hours a day 5 days a week.

Woo Hoo!!

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 05:08:34 GMT

WOOOO HOOOO!!! OBAMA WON!

Sorry to my Republican friends but I....AM....HAPPY!!! I'm hopeful he can get a good start on the road to change. Far more needs to be done than one man can accomplish in just four years time, but laying the groundwork is the important thing.

On the negative side though. I'm upset that Prop 8 and Prop 9 managed to pass. I really wanted gay marriage to remain legal, not because I'm a yaoi fangirl (though that helps), but because I feel it IS discrimination and discrimination is wrong. So many American's forget that part of what's precious about our freedom is the fact you can, or at least should, be free to think and act however you feel so long as it's not causing any major harm to others. And having your delicate morals offended by what the neighbors are doing is NOT major harm. Having your kids learn that some people marry people of the same gender is NOT major harm. Having a child raised by two loving parents that happen to be of the same gender is NOT major harm.

I understand and agree that children do best with a mother and a father, but having two genders raising you is no gurantee. My own life is proof of that. Limiting possibilities only to the ideal isn't right. This is my way or the highway thinking. Not equality. I'd think most people could agree two gay/lesbian parents is better than a single parent and sure as hell better than no parents at all. I daresay I think same sex couples have a better chance of getting it right since most had to fight for the right to be married in the first place. There are no Vegas impulse weddings here. Most of these couples were together for years on end, much longer than the average 'normal' marriage lasts these days.

But that is my personal rant. I cast my vote, signed the petitions, and donated when I could. All I can do now is wait for the next opportunity to help out.

All in all though I'm still pretty damned happy. Here's hoping it lasts. ^_^

How do Doctors do this?!

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 01:43:26 GMT

Hi all,

I don't have a ton to say but I thought I'd post just for the sake of being able to look back. Crunch time in my job of choice resulted in a first for me. A 24 hour shift...or rather it would have been 24 hours if I hadn't been late to work due to a doctor's appointment (another rant on that soon). I know some ER physicians pull that kind of a shift, but it was my first time doing so and dear gods I was out of it. Thankfully I was just testing a video game, not making life or death decisions. I was great for the first 12 hours, then I started going downhill. Around 18 I was delirious enough for everything to turn funny. Then I finally made it home and got a damned second wind....so I got a bit of auto work I'd been putting off done and came home. I know I went to sleep at some point, woke up in the bed after all, but damned if I can recall how I got there.

As for the doctor's appointment....that was a colossal waste of time. Being the broke thing that I am I do paid medical studies whenever I can just to get the free checkups. Costs me time and money at first, but by the end of the study I would be well ahead. This time it was on breast pain...so I was sent to a small radiology lab for a mammogram.

I should have known the day was going to be weird when I woke up to find my tire flat. I had slept in as much as possible so this guaranteed I was going to be late to the doctor. I called ahead to let them know, but they said as long as I was in by 11 they'd still see me. Okay, no problem. I get down in the dirt, change the tire, and book it to the doctor now dingy shirt and all.

I get to the place, and find the closest spot I can...right next to a spot that smelled like a toilet...UGH! No worries, I don't have to stay here any longer than it takes to get in and out of the car. The it's upstairs to the tiniest office I've ever seen. I think it was only a little bigger than my place and my place used to be a garage. Not looking so nice...but it's free so I'll stick to it.

Around ten minutes later I'm told their office has some kind of billing dispute with the place that's doing the clinical trials and the man who handles the contracts won't be in until noon. Which is past 11 so they can't see me. Great....I just lost 3 hours for no good reason. Whatever. I'll head to work and make the best of it. Which leads us full circle.

Man oh man what a day. ><

"I love my job. I love my job." - Emily: The Devil Wears Prada

Meme and an update

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 05:26:21 GMT

This is IMDb's top 25 all-time box office hits. Bold the ones you saw in theater, italicize the ones you saw some other way instead, and leave the unseen ones alone. Put asterisks beside ones you weren't impressed with.

1. Titanic (1997) $600,779,824
2. Star Wars (1977) $460,935,665
3. Shrek 2 (2004) $436,471,036*
4. E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial (1982) $434,949,459***
5. Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (1999) $431,065,444 *
6. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006) $423,032,628
7. Spider-Man (2002) $403,706,375***
8. Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005) $380,262,555
9. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) $377,019,252
10. Spider-Man 2 (2004) $373,377,893
11. The Passion of the Christ (2004) $370,270,943*****
12. Jurassic Park (1993) $356,784,000
13. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) $340,478,898
14. Finding Nemo (2003) $339,714,367
15. Spider-Man 3 (2007) $336,530,303
16. Forrest Gump (1994) $329,691,196
17. The Lion King (1994) $328,423,001
18. Shrek the Third (2007) $320,706,665
19. Transformers (2007) $318,759,914
20. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Philosopher's Stone (2001) $317,557,891
21. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) $313,837,577
22. Iron Man (2008) $311,708,133
23. Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002) $310,675,583***
24. Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007) $309,404,152
25. Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (1983) $309,125,40

Heh, and now that the meme is done. Quite obviously I am alive, though being well is open for debate. My new digs put new meaning to the word small and I'm a bit behind on bills thanks to a short stint of unemployment, but I'm working again and slowly catching up. My friend Suzie has been awesome about helping me stay fed, which is a godsend with gas prices the way they are and me with a 20 mile commute.

And lady_ravenlocke has been kind enough to help me stay sane by keeping the writing going. My guinea pig Zidane gave me a bit of scare today. He's been clever enough or lucky enough to always sleep when I'm not looking, so I never got to see him stretched out in the year or so since I got him. Today, I was on my way to the fridge when I happened to peek in his cage and saw him rolled onto his side, which freaked me out because I thought he'd passed out from the heat or there was something bad on the celery I'd given him earlier. But no...he was just getting ready to nap. Which I ruined when I ran up to check on him. ^^;;

So, yeah...I think that's enough gabbing for now. I'm going to attempt to put up a pic of my guniea piggy for you all to see. And yes, he was named for Zidane Tribal because he likes 'soft things'.

Ch-ch-changes

Wed, 21 May 2008 04:04:45 GMT

Hey all!

For those that don't know, my roomie has once again decided that she wants to move and this time I've decided to move as well.

Basically, she announce a a couple weeks ago that her siggy's cousin was moving out of his duplex and said siggy was thinking of taking over the place. Roomie is going to move in with him and I'm going to take the siggy's old place.

So I'm moving into a postage stamp of a pool house in Mission Hills. It's roughly 20' x 18' with odd little angles. I needed to invest in a toilet seat that actually fit the bowl, a microwave, and various odds and ends to get it ready, but utilities are included and it's only a little further down the road from work.

Hopefully this will be good for me in the long room. Wish me luck? I think I might need it.

Woo Hoo

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 15:06:36 GMT

For those of you that don't know, my son is here in CA paying me a visit with my cousin. *BEAMS* It's so good seeing them again. As such, I won't be about until late at night until Saturday, but I'll try to keep updates here since I am about in the morning before they get up.

The (not so) little one is taller than me now, predictably got his first zit the day before the trip, and he had a few hairs on his chin. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh. So I ended up doing a bit of both. *WAH*

First day was fairly simple, got them from the airport, took them to the two-level WalMart, got the son a haircut, and drove them to a nice little Italian restraunt in the area called ChiChi's. Today we're planning to hit up Hollywood, take a ride in the double decker bus, and drive down Rodeo Drive to see all the shops we would never shop in.

Then, if we've got the time we might even hit up a beach. Hee hee! I'm finally getting to play tourist!!

Wish me luck and happiness!! And now, an old comic that makes me giggle for some reason.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 03:25:39 GMT

I really should have an anti-valentine up here considering I don't have a siggy, but I do have a Valentine and he's enough reason to smile. Behold my attempts to play around with his image and a return of the creepiest Valentine ever compliments of VGCats.

Gluttony

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:29:08 GMT

Title: Gluttony
Genre: Yaoi, Lemon, Smut, NC-17, etc.
Pairing: Brad x. Ken
Characters: Brad Crawford, Ken Hidaka, Schuldig, Aya Fujimiya, OC
Comments: Cross posted to 7_sins_virtues and wk_fiction, standard I don't own Weiss Kruez or its characters and don't make a profit warnings. Brad still taking advantage of a drugged to the gills (and slighty OOC)Ken, and an unusually strong car hood.
Status: Ongoing

Brad opened the passenger door to his coupe and carefully set his new toy in the bucket seat. The trip from the dungeon had been a mini adventure, Ken was getting more and more agitated as time wore on and more than once the younger man had began rubbing against things like Brad, the wall, the stairs and pretty much everything else seeking relief. It was making Brad eager to continue their play time before the high ran it's course, but first they actually had to make it home. Brad climbed into the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition, only to jump when he suddenly felt Ken's head in his lap. He looked down and groaned as the young assassin began nuzzling the growing bulge in his slacks. “You want more already? You're a hungry little slut, aren't you?”

Ken groaned at being called a slut, cheeks going pink with shame, but he tried to suck Brad's cock through the slacks all the same. The American glanced around the garage, making sure they were alone, before reaching down to pull down his zipper. Ken let out a pleased sound and swooped in again, drawing the hard shaft into his mouth. Brad groaned and let his head fall back against the seat, eyes cast downward at the vision in his lap. It made no sense, Ken wasn't all that good, but he couldn't get enough of seeing the Weiss kitten sucking him off. Brad was being a glutton and he knew it, but even he deserved to be hedonistic once in a while. Although, Ken not being all that good meant he might be able to concentrate enough to drive while the kitten had his fun. Brad had barely finished completing the thought when Ken discovered there was something else he could suck on down there. Suddenly, Brad was extremely grateful they were still in the garage because the sensation of one of his balls being drawn into the moist heat of Ken's mouth would have been enough to make him slam on brakes if they'd been driving. “Fuck!”

Ken may have been green, but even he could tell that expletive meant he was doing something right, so he began bathing the small globe with his tongue, purring a little as he thrust his hips against the air. Brad threaded his fingers through Ken's hair, gripping the sable strands firmly as he let himself enjoy the sensation. “Once we get home I'm teaching you another way to use that clever little tongue of yours.”

The youth purred a little louder and let Brad's ball slip from between his lips so he could lap at the other. “Yes...teach me.”

Brad smirked a little and slid his hand down to grope Ken's ass. “Oh, I'll teach you. I'll teach you and then I'll fuck you senseless, Siberian.”

Ken froze momentarily, reason trying to make a shaky comeback as he began to realize just what he was offering up and to who.

“Never been with another man, have you?” Brad teased he moved his hand from Ken's ass to his long neglected cock, giving it a few soft caresses. The young assassin all but melted and began to writhe in an unconsciously sensual manner. [A virgin...how on earth did he keep his cherry this long? I can hardly wait to take it.] The American looked around the garage again before smiling. [Actually, there's no reason why I should.]

Ken whimpered when Brad took his hand away. “Please, Oracle...please touch me.”

If Brad hadn't already been planning to speed things up, that soft entreaty certainly would have made him. He slid out of the car and spread his jacket over the hood before going to the passenger side to help Ken out as well. “Come with me, kitten. I'm going to give you what you need.”

Ken stumbled a little as he was pulled along, but with a little help from Brad he was able to get onto the hood of the car. Brad immediately forced himself between Ken's thighs and began to run his hands all over his new toy's skin. Ken arched eagerly into the attention, wrapping his legs around Brad's hips to draw him even closer. “Oracle...need you. Need you so bad.”

Brad groaned at the sound of Ken's voice begging for his touch and ran his hands over the kitten's lean form. Ken had a simply glorious body, all smooth skin and taut muscle. A little too smooth actually, there wasn't a hair on Ken's body, not even at his groin, indicating he either shaved or had been shaved in anticipation of being sold. It wasn't an entirely unheard of practice, but Brad would have preferred to shave Ken down himself. In fact, there was so much he wanted to do it was hard to decide where to start. Actually, maybe it wasn't....

Brad growled and leaned in to nip at Ken's throat, before he began to suck hard, dead set on leaving a mark of ownership that would last for days. After a few moments Brad pulled back to inspect his handiwork as he reached into his pocket for a sample packet of lube he'd swiped from the club's 'candy' bowl. A livid red mark stood out against the kitten's throat. Brad smiled at the results an gave the tender skin another nip. Ken moaned and tightened his legs a bit more. “Harder.” Brad quirked one eyebrow at the request and bit down on a new spot along the smooth column of Ken's throat, earning a throaty moan. [A virgin and a masochist. I must have managed to do something right to earn this one.] The packet of lube was quickly opened and slathered over Brad's shaft before he traced Ken's opening with the dregs still coating his fingers.

Ken gasped at that first touch of the cool, wet gel, only to moan as a finger worked it's way into his body. It didn't hurt, but it did feel a little odd. A few pushes in and out, and the finger was joined by a second. That made Ken grunt, but it still wasn't all that bad. Then Brad scissored the digits apart and Ken let out a tiny hiss of pain. That, had hurt, but in a twisted kind of way it felt good at the same time. Ken began to moan as the fingers made their way deeper, until they were curved inside of him and he was suddenly seeing stars. “Oracle!!”

“Brad.” the precog corrected, deciding he wanted to hear that throaty voice screaming his name when he finally granted the kitten some release.

Ken looked momentarily confused, but nodded. “Brad.”

“Good kitty.” Brad purred before he drew out his fingers, and began pushing into Ken's body.

The youth gritted his teeth at the invasion. There was almost no pleasure this time. In fact it felt remarkably like someone was trying to stuff a beer bottle up his ass, but somehow the pain was only turning him on more. Brad paused once he was fully seated, moaning himself as he felt Ken's body spasming all around his shaft. “You're mine, now Ken.” Brad grunted as he took hold of Ken's hips and slanted his lips over the younger man's, sealing off Ken's question before it could even form. [How do you know my name?]

A low rumble of pleasure began somewhere in Ken's chest as the kiss wore on. He could feel the heat of passion spreading straight down to his toes. Damn, but the man knew how to kiss! The American's mouth was as sweet as sin. The kind that made a person long for just a taste, even knowing it was going to burn them in the end. Some tiny spark of reason that had managed to survive the flames of Ken's lust made it a point to say they weren't just going to burn when this was done. They were going to go nova, but Ken still just couldn't make himself care. He was a slave to his desire, and that desire made him a slave to Oracle. Ken rolled his hips, trying to get just a little more sensation.

Brad was more than glad to provide it. He shifted Ken's hips into a more accessible angle then slowly pulled back until only the tip of his cock was still in Ken's body. He remained like that for a long, long time, ignoring his own body's desire for consummation as time ticked on. Finally, Siberian rocked back, trying to force himself onto Brad's cock. The precog took that as his signal and slammed into Ken's body. The younger man threw his head back as Brad started hitting the right spot almost from the get go. It shouldn't have felt so good, it should have hurt, which it did, but no matter how much it hurt there was twice as much pleasure. It didn't take long at all for him to be reduced to screaming as he fell back against the hood of the car and rocked his hips to meet Brad thrust for thrust. The precog watched Ken with glittering eyes. The young assassin looked glorious in the throes of passion and Brad already knew this quickie wasn't going to be enough. In fact he wasn't sure an entire night of fucking Ken in every way imaginable would do the job either. He was becoming a glutton for Ken's body and he didn't mind it a bit. Brad reached down and drew one of Ken's legs over his shoulder before he reached for the youth's cock again, not to stroke, but to free the small knot of rope that had been serving as a cock ring of sorts. The result was instantaneous. Ken once again went from smoldering to all out flames. If the youth's arms had been free Brad had no doubt he'd be clawing at his back as he slammed himself against Brad's cock.

Ken whined and whimpered, he moaned and screamed, and finally all out begged Brad to jerk him off. “Please! Please touch me! Oh god, Brad! I just need a little more. I'll do whatever you want! Just touch me!”

Brad could be a sadist, but even he couldn't resist a request like that. Especially not when he was so close himself. He took hold of Ken's cock and began stroking. It only took a few passes of his hand before Ken was coating himself, Brad, and amazingly a part of the windshield with his seed. [A shooter? Wonder what other surprises he's hiding behind that sweet face of his?] And that was Brad's last cognizant thought for several moments as he went over the edge himself, flooding Ken's ass with his release.

They stayed like that for a while, breathing slowly becoming more even, before Brad lifted his head to rake his eyes over Ken's body. It was a divine sight, the lithe young body coated in a thin sheen of sweat, dotted here and there with his own seed, and looking absolutely delectable. The kitten blushed a bit at the scrutiny, but his shaft was already rising again under that heated gaze. Brad chuckled and shook his head. “Definitely a hungry little slut.” He was about to say more, but he was getting a vision that made him swear softly. About the same time he got a mental tap from Schuldig. /Might want to leave now if you're leaving. The kitten's friends are on their way./

/I know. Have you managed to get a ride yet?/ Brad sent back.

/Nope!/ Schu replied a little too cheerfully. /Hirumato didn't come up with all the funds so I'm gonna stick around to feel Ran shi-ne his ass. Though I will be sad to see the club go. The legit side was really fun./

/Right. Just be sure to keep a low profile./ Brad sent back as he reluctantly pulled out of Ken's body and ran his fingers over the young man's cheek. “Afraid I have to cut this short, kitten.”

Ken blinked then whimpered and leaned into Brad's hand, trying to rub his erection against the precog's thigh. “No, please. I need more.”

“I know you do kitten.” Brad murmured. “Just a bit longer, then I'll make what you just had pale in comparison.”

Ken licked his lips at that. “Promise?”

“I don't need to promise.” Brad replied. “When I say I'm going to do something I do it. End of story. Now no more talk, or you wait even longer to feed that gluttonous appetite of yours.”

Ken shut up.

~_~

Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.

I'm a sheep too.

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 09:48:07 GMT

Ah, yes. One last meme/list before we roll over to the new year. This one yoinked from

n1k1ta.

1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?
Touch a male stripper.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Never and yep. Hope springs eternal.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes.

5. What countries did you visit?
None. *pouts*

6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?
More willpower.

7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
August 26th, because it was the first time I'd had someone actually plan a theme party for me. (The phrase "Look at her dick cake!" will stick with me for years to come.)

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
I finally got a job in the gaming industry.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Buying a piece'o'crap vehicle that died two months after purchase.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Yes, both in fact.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
My new car.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
My friends, just because.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
People I don't know and wouldn't want to know.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Bills, bills, bills...and food.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Getting a car that actually works.

16. What song will always remind you of 2007?
"Say It Right" by Nelly Furtado.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Sadder.
b) thinner or fatter? Fatter.
c) richer or poorer? Poorer.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Explore the city around me.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Wasting my money on things I didn't need.

20. How did you spend Christmas?
Stuffing my face at a friends house and watching scary movies.

21. What was your favorite month of 2007?
April.

22. Did you fall in love in 2007?
No.

23. How many one-night stands?
None.

24. What was your favorite TV program?
Peacemaker.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Nope, but it's pretty hard to get me to hate anyone in the first place.

26. What was the best book you read?
The Fruits Basket series.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Cruxshadows.

28. What did you want and get?
A car.

29. What did you want and not get?
A computer,.

30. What was your favorite film of this year?
Silent Hill. (Sorry, I don't watch many movies. )

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I was taken to a piano bar where I got drunk, ate cake, and got dragged onto the stage to show off my gift (a clear teal vibrating dildo) while the pianists sang dirty songs and made jokes about my dick covered cake.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Winning the lottery so I'd be debt free and on my way back from a nice long trip abroad.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?
What fashion sense? Style took a nose dive.

34. What kept you sane?
Writing away with my online friends.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Do fictional characters count? No? Will Smith. Yes? Ken Hidaka.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Medical care.

37. Who did you miss?
My family.

38. Who was the best new person you met?
V. Has a gift for making work fun he does.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.
Not all of life's lessons have to be painful.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on

--"Clint Eastwood" - Gorillaz

Lust

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 00:45:24 GMT

Title: Lust
Genre: Yaoi, Lemon, Smut, NC-17, etc.
Pairing: Brad x. Ken
Characters: Brad Crawford, Ken Hidaka, Schuldig, OC
Comments: Cross posted to 7_sins_virtues and wk_fiction, standard I don't own Weiss Kruez or its characters and don't make a profit warnings. Along with drug use, bondage, and Brad actually having a healthy if twisted libido.
Status: Ongoing

Brad Crawford was a man who rarely took chances. He was the type to lay down his plans meticulously and make sure of the outcome with or without his powers. Hence, it frustrated him to no end when his best laid plans went awry. He couldn't tell just when things had gone wrong with this one. In his vision he had specifically seen himself pleased at the conclusion of this meeting and saying he was looking forward to the next time they spoke, which in turn should have meant he'd be getting the whereabouts of a certain client as well as payback on a loan.

So far he only had one of the two and he really didn't give a damn about the client, that information was for Eszett and had quickly been obtained by Schuldig when they had first arrived. The money however, could only be obtained from the overstuffed badger at his side.

Brad pushed his glasses up and tried not to give into the urge to throttle the sick bastard as he went on and on about the costs of running such an establishment, choosing instead to display feigned interest in the parade of beautiful bodies crossing the stage down below. These were the willing ones. Men and women that paid to be temporary toys to a master with a carefully matched profile. It was an excellent cover for the darker part of the club. The one that catered to those who wanted the real thing, not an illusion. The one that stole people based on those same profiles and handed them over to serve life as little more than a possession. Brad saw Schuldig slink off with a particularly lovely blonde with skin the color of caramel and shook his head slightly. This was why he hated bringing Schuldig to places like this, now he would have to wait for the telepath to satisfy his sensual appetite before they could go, and he knew all to well that could be a long time indeed.

The man at his side mistook the gesture. "I assure you there are more than this in our 'other' stock. We got in some beautiful new dolls that are certain to bring in a high price."

"If you think they'll sell so well you should be able to pay me now." Brad murmured, his voice as frosty as an arctic winter.

“It...it's not that simple, Mr. Crawford.” the man replied. “I promise you...I'll have your money. I just need a little longer.”

“That sounds quite familiar.” Brad said, turning his gaze on the cowering man. “I have given you time, Mr. Hirumato. Now it is time to collect. You have until the end of the night or you may find yourself missing a few extremities.”

Hirumato shuddered and quickly dropped to his knees to bow, a gesture Brad always found rather disgusting. “I swear to you, just a few more days.” the squat little man simpered. “I will give you all I can now, I just need a month, no, a week to get the rest.”

Brad just turned away and walked towards the door. “For your sake you'd best hope your customers are generous tonight. I will be there to see precisely how much you get from them.”

~*~*~

Two rooms away, but what may as well have been a world away, Ken Hidaka groaned as he stretched out on a simple bed and struggled against his bonds once again. He was in a jail cell, arms bound wrist to elbow behind his back, body trussed up in silk ropes that were as beautiful as they were functional and left nothing to the imagination. There was just enough slack in the ropes to ensure his circulation wasn't cut off, but aside from that there was no getting free. Whoever had tied him up definitely knew a thing or two about traditional Japanese rope bondage.

Ken supposed he could have fought a little less when they were abducting him and skipped the entire getting beat up, bound and drugged thing, but once he'd been jumped, assassin mode had kicked in and he was defending himself before he knew it. Still, the fact he was in a caged cell was confirmation enough things had gone according to plan so far. He'd been 'kidnapped' and brought into the miniature fortress that called itself a sex club.

Sadly, whatever drug they'd given him had also made him next to useless. He'd expected knockout drops, maybe even the bindings. What he had not expected was something that made his entire body ache to be touched. Coupled with the ropes binding him Ken was quite incapacitated. The few times he'd tried to get to his feet and walk around, the ropes had begun rubbing against places that made him weak in the knees. He would have collapsed before he got to the stairs without any effort on the part of his captors at all.

Ken's eyes hardened as he thought of the crime scene photographs of some of the young men and women who had undoubtedly suffered the same fate he was now. Almost all of them had been runaways, but two of them, fraternal twins who'd just begun high school, had been abducted. It sickened him to think of those poor kids, stolen from their family, raped, abused and finally murdered because some psychopath with too much time and too much money had a fetish they'd wanted fulfilled. Even the nickname for those that passed through these walls made it clear how little disregard their target and his clientèle had for life. Dolls. That's what they were called. Living dolls to be bought and sold as toys to the highest bidder. [You're going to die a very messy death when I get out of this, Hirumato.] Ken thought to himself. [I'm going to cut your heart out for this.]

~*~

/Don't look now, Bradly, but you're about to be a very happy man./

Brad tilted his head at the feel of Schuldig's mind doing a breathy sing-song in his own. It wasn't like the telepath to contact him during sex. /Dare I ask for clarification?/

Schuldig's chuckle was audible even over a psychic connection. /Just look in the last cell, you'll see./

Brad frowned and walked past the converted jail cells lining the wall.

Hirumato smiled as he followed along. “The doll down here is my pride and joy. It took quite a bit of effort to get him, but he's going to bring in top dollar. I just know it.” Brad listened with half an ear. He was just nearing the end of the cell block when he felt a particularly hard gaze directed at him and turned to lock gazes with the one he knew as Siberian. [Weiss.]

Hirumato followed Brad's gaze and smiled. "Exquisite. Isn't he?"

Brad smirked a little as he watched Siberian get to his feet to prowl the cage, much like the cat he was named for. "Indeed he is. However did you come by him?"

The other man smiled. "He was a special order for one of our female clients. She wanted cute, toned and corruptible. I saw him making a delivery from a local florist shop and just knew he was a perfect fit."

Brad looked Ken over once more and the smirk turned into a grin. "I'll take him."

"Pardon?" Hirumato asked, eyes widening owlishly. Brad Crawford never indulged in the pleasures his business had to offer. Not like his red-headed companion.

"I'll take him." Brad repeated. "This pretty plus, oh, 100,000¥ should buy you that extension you so desperately need. I'll even make it month."

Hirumato put a hand in his pocket. “Are you certain? If you want a brunette I have several others with a much more pleasant disposition. Surely you want--”

“The only sure thing here is the fact that I don't have to give you an extension at all.” Brad said, his eyes hard like flint.

Hirumato gulped and quickly abandoned any thoughts of negotiation. He would find a way to explain the loss of this doll to his other client. The refund was going to hurt, but not nearly as much as trying to pay back what he owed to Ezsett. “The doll is yours.”

Brad smiled and held out his palm expectantly. “The key to his cell if you please.”

Hirumato handed it over. “Do you need a room? The gold suite--”

“No.” Brad said, cutting him off. “I'll be taking him home. I just want a sample before I go.”

Inside the cell, Ken suddenly stopped pacing and started to tremble slightly, shaking his head as if to clear it. Brad frowned and turned to Hirumato. “What's wrong with him?”

The other man shrugged “We gave your new doll an aphrodisiac to ensure he'd be ready to go immediately after sale. You'll want to keep him hydrated. Not doing so could kill him but that's quite rare.”

Brad quirked an eyebrow. “Do you use it on all your dolls?”

Hirumato shook his head. “Only the feisty ones.” A sly sort of smile crossed Hirumato's lips “Right about now he should be ready to fuck his worst enemy for release. He's going to make for quite the interesting ride.”

“Thank you.” Brad murmured, although inside he was thinking that if a client needed to drug their new toy they obviously weren't doing their job right.

Hirumato bowed and quickly vacated the room, but not without glancing at the security camera hidden in the corner and making a subtle signal to the camera room to ensure they switched to high quality video for the coming show. He doubted he could use the footage as blackmail, Brad had no reputation to defend and four florists couldn't possibly make enough money to make it worth his while to bother with Ken's associates. No, this was for eye candy pure and simple.

Ken growled as he watched Brad watching him, and grit his teeth as his body throbbed at the proximity of another body in the room with him. [No weapons, no communication, drugged to the gills and stuck in a room with the leader of Schwarz. Could this be any worse?] The youth's cock jumped a little as Brad slid his gaze over his body in a blatantly sexual way and a traitorous little voice in Ken's mind piped up that the American was pretty damned attractive in that cream colored Armani suit. [No, No, NO! Oracle is NOT attractive, he is not sexy, and he is not...wow, he smells good.]

Brad chuckled and held up the key. “Now that we're alone...are you ready to negotiate?”

Ken shook his head, breathing picking up a little as the desire for contact began to build.

“Now, now, you haven't even heard the terms.” Brad purred as he tucked the key into his shirt pocket.

“I'm not betraying my friends or my mission.” Ken hissed.

Brad made a derisive sound. “If I wanted to know that, I wouldn't need to ask you, I 'd just have it ripped from your mind. This is about lust, pretty kitty. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Ken glared at Brad, eyes narrowed in mistrust.

Brad moved on, knowing he had the assassin's attention. “You want the key. I want my cock sucked. Do we have a deal?”

Ken turned a brilliant shade of red at the offer, but found himself taking a few steps forward before he could stop himself. [No! I gotta stop this! I can't. I won't...]

Brad smiled as he saw Ken fighting with himself and grabbed one of the bars on the cage before slowly lowering his zipper. “That's it. Just a little closer. I know you want it, whatever he gave you saw to that.”

Ken bit his lip. [That's right, it's the drugs. That's why I'm willing to do this.] The brunette came to a stop in front of the bars, but didn't look at Brad's face as he slowly dropped to his knees. [It's okay if I just play along until I can get the key, right.]

Brad let out a soft sound as he watched Ken kneel, then drew out his cock and ran the tip around Ken's lips through the bars. The assassin's eyes slid closed as he licked away the precome left behind then opened his mouth. Brad grabbed hold of Ken's hair with his other hand and slowly slid between those lips, his voice low as he issued a warning. “If I feel teeth you will regret it.”

Ken let out a sound that could have been argument or agreement, then began to suck. Just a few bobs of his head over the long, thick flesh and it was like opening a floodgate. Suddenly, Ken went from the burn of desire to all out animal hunger. He didn't know why, but something about the feel of Brad's cock in his mouth was making him hotter than he could ever remember being. The youth shifted his knees slightly and moved even closer, making small mewls as he sucked more eagerly, trying to coax more of the salty liquid leaking from the tip onto his tongue. Brad gasped as he felt the change. He'd been expecting a few reluctant licks, maybe even a suck or two. In short, the piss poor kind of job that would have allowed him to justify all out fucking Ken's face, but that was proving to be quite unnecessary. While the Weiss kitten badly needed a bit of work on technique, his eagerness was enough to balance it out. “Hungry, aren't you?” the precog whispered huskily.

Ken moaned and tried to take in more of Brad's cock, gagging a bit when it hit the back of his throat. Brad took the opportunity to quickly pull free. Ken whined at the loss and leaned forward, trying to capture it again. Brad smirked and took a tiny step back, running his own hand up and down the shaft. “No more unless you ask for it, kitten.”

Ken whimpered and leaned his head against the bars of his cage. As if it weren't humiliating enough to be stuck on his knees, stretching to get just one tiny taste of his enemy's cock, now he was expected to beg. In another time and place...actually in any other time and place he'd be ready to gut Oracle just for being so damned smug, but with his lust burning white hot in his veins Ken just couldn't drum up enough energy to care. The feel of the American's cock in his mouth had been good and he wanted more. “Please.”

Brad's smirk grew even more smug as he gave Ken's lips a quick brush with the tip of his cock before holding it out of reach again. “Please, what?”

Ken's whimpering grew a little louder. “Please, let me suck your cock.”

Brad considered demanding the word 'Master' as well, but decided he was more interested in finishing his sample before he took Ken home. “Good kitty, here you go.”

Ken didn't bother saying anything and just sucked Brad in again, the action just a bit harder than it had been before. Brad gasped softly as he began to thrust, groaning in frustration when it made Ken gag again, but it wasn't too much of an interruption, after a few small coughs the youth went right back to sucking. [He 'definitely' earns points for eagerness, the lack of technique is a little frustrating though.]

/Mmm...I could teach him by example if you like. Want me to come down there an make it a threesome?/ Schuldig purred into Brad's mind, mental voice laced with sensuality. /My doll is dozing after just two rounds, but yours looks like he could run all night./

/No, I have another job for you./ Brad sent back as he used his grip on Ken's hair to pull him off his cock as he took hold of his own shaft and began to pump his fist over the shaft. /You need to make your way to the control room to get the recording of what's happening here and make sure Hirumato and whoever else has seen it forgets Ken even existed./

/Already on it./ Schuldig sent as he began working on Hirumato's memories, supplanting Ken with another doll before he headed to the control room to get the recording.

Ken groaned and stretched out his tongue when Brad moved out of reach again, trying to get a few more licks. His dark blue-green eyes had gone indigo with lust, his lips parted in a silent demand for more. Brad moaned at the expression and let himself go over the edge, coating Ken's face and tongue with thick white ribbons of come. The assassin swallowed what had landed in his mouth then licked his lips, savoring the liquid lust, before looking up at Brad expectantly. Brad took out the key and knelt down to put it on the ground, just in front of the cage. Well within reach...if Ken had use of his arms.

The assassin looked momentarily crestfallen then whimpered for a whole new reason. Brad watched the emotions flitting across Ken's face as the Weiss kitten realized he was still trapped before purring. “If you behave, I could be convinced to take off those ropes once we're away from this place. I bet you're nice and tight”

Ken blushed again, this time a dark red that seemed to reach his toes.

“You'd better make your decision fast.” Brad murmured. “I don't have all night.”

Ken gnawed on his lower lip before nodding.

“Good.” Brad replied, bending to pick up the key and open the cage. “Then let's go.”

Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.

Yoinked from Emish

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 05:53:34 GMT

Life is hectic. Got a car to work OT when it was neccessary and now it's necessary to work OT to keep the car even thought the OT is no longer necessary. Yes, the logic is dizzying, but such is life.

Roomie has decided to leave for greener pastures so C.O. has spent her whole weekend trying to interview potential new room.

And the car mentioned above now needs a new window because some ass decided to bust in the glass on the driver's side door. Used all my spending money to pay the deposit on a clicker for the garage until I can afford said glass.

Tired, don't want to talk more, just gonna yoink a meme and head off. Night!

I AM
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FRENZY Take the Transformers Quiz

Guess it's official...I'm a pervert.

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 03:17:12 GMT

Odd, I've never even read Lolita...barely even heard of it. Ah well. Guess it's time to pick up a copy. Wonder if getting this as result is gonna get me banned from lj?

You're Lolita!

by Vladimir Nabokov

Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with
sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every
way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes
this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and
probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.
Please stay away from children.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

The best laid plans...

Sun, 05 Aug 2007 18:19:25 GMT

I swear this entire week has been one big fuck over of my schedule. First there was Monday when I had to stay out a while to return the rental car, which transformed from the 15 minute ordeal it should have been to a 45 minute ordeal after I realized I'd left the clicker to the garage in the car I traded in for my new car (more on that later) and had to run back to DriveTime to get it.

That first one wasn't too hard or too bad, had to stay late but no big. Then this Thursday came inspection of the fire alarms. Roomie was supposed to be there but she got called to work so I stayed in and spent half the day waiting and waiting for inspectors that eventually showed up three hours after I expected them. By then it was so late in the day I opted to stay at home and try to take care of a few things that had been left lingering due to all the overtime of previous weeks.

Then Friday morning came...rent day. I'd already asked to come in late with management, but I was expecting to be in by 9:30. Long enough to run to Western Union to get the money Dad sent me at 8am, then on to the post office to get the money orders which I'd drop off with the landlord and hit the highway. Only when I got to the check cashing place at 8am I'm told I can't get the money until 9am...see where this is headed? I didn't make it to work until 12:50 when all was said and done.

Then there was another scheduled inspection on Saturday, supposedly by 1pm, it was 3pm by the time we called the manager and got told said inspections are being handled by the city and the best time they can give us is before the 14th. Lovely.

Hopefully my check won't be nonexistent after all this. I have bills to pay after all. But on a positive note...I've been having fun post work writing away. I've almost completed one possible ending to 'A Little Wager' and I'm working on a second. Once I have all three written out I'll be snagging people to Beta. I can hardly wait. ^_^

Lunch time drabble

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 19:44:42 GMT

Okay, so it's lunchtime and for some reason YIM still won't let me gab with Nikki, so I thought I'd just see what kinda crap I could come up with on my lunch break. Here's hoping it works right since I'm on the sidekick.

"Wow. I did not know he could bend like that."

"I did." Aya mumured.

Yohji blinked. "Come again? How would you know that Ken can..."

Aya smirked as the playboy of their little group trailed off.

Yohji went from shocked to lecherous in record time. "Damn." The blonde looked back towards Ken. "Any chance of you sharing?"

"About as much chance as you have of dating Beserker." Aya replied before standing up to go peel one very drunk Ken Hidaka off the pole.

Writer's Block: Bump In The Night

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 19:15:46 GMT

What are you afraid of?

It was way late and sleep was elusive, so I figured it couldn't hurt to tool around on lj for fiction to soothe the mind. Instead I found a fic where one simple line had me cutting on the tv since it's a nice subtle light source that won't keep me awake.

Then I logged in and saw this as a writer's block question and knew I had to answer. Of course, the question isn't as simple as it sounds. I'm afraid of spiders and snakes and all manner of creepy crawly. I'm afraid my family might suddenly need me when I'm miles away and can't drop everything to go to their side.

But those are realistic fears. The kind of fears that are easily solved with bug spray, avoidance, or a back up plan. The kind of fear in that fic is the surreal kind. The ones that whisper through your mind in the dead of night when the streets are too quiet and you imagination too loud. Fears you know or at the very least have been told are the stuff of childhood nightmares.

Fear of the ubiquitous boogey man lurking in some dark corner to gobble you up or trap you in that dark world that exists in a hidden corner of your mind away from all you know and hold dear. Fear of death by some unnatural means that makes the heart race no matter how much you tell yourself it's all in your head and monsters don't exist.

So, yeah. That's what scares me.

Trying to figure out something

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 16:01:09 GMT

Alright, first the meme I yoinked from emish... I'm so dead.

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Mingle² - Online Dating

And here is where I hopefully manage to type in the text that's supposed to be behind the lj cut. Never used one of these before so if it looks a bit odd please forgive me. I'm trying to gear up to dive back into writing by joining a writing community. I'm just trying to decide which couple I want to go with. It's like NaNoWriMo but on a smaller scale. I can't really go with anything too long, especially since I work 6 days a week now from 9am to 8:30pm, but I do want to write again. The RPs are great fun but it's just not the same as banging out a story.

Anyway, that's pretty much it for now since I've got to clock in. We'll see if I managed to get the cut right when I view this post later. Take care all.

Michael Bay did not rape my childhood!

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 21:56:07 GMT

Woohoo! The Transformers movie did NOT suck! Sure the plot was paper thin and at the start it felt like I was watching two different movies smashed into one, but it did NOT suck, so C.O. is a happy little fangirl. ^____^

So, gripes that won't provide spoilers to the plot. Where was the voice of Soundwave? Sure it was a dated voice, but I loved that voice damnit. I also miss the infamous transformation sound. Anyone who knows the old school cartoon knows what I'm talking about. It's sorta there, but it's just not the same. Bumblebee is supposed to be a Beetle, not a Camaro, damnit! Why oh why the over the top attempts at humor? Sure I laughed, but I really think they should have gone with the more serious side of the story. The end seemed a little rushed. I was left wanting more, but I suppose that's what sequels are for.

Heh, so for those who were iffy about it. It's a good movie, not a great movie, but it was well worth the admission and I left with a smile on my face. As long as you ignore the plotholes and enjoy the beautiful, seamless, and oh so worth the trip special effects you'll have a fun ride.

I don't know anyone in the digital design and animation field, but every single one of the ones that worked in that movie has earned my respect. I know it was some long hours and buckets of caffeine, but you did good people and I salute you.

Midnight Oil

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 07:28:24 GMT

Hey all,

It's been a while, but what else is new? Of course, with my hours at work ever expanding it's a miracle I made it on here at all. I tend to spend what little time I do get online the most relaxing way possible. RP and reading my beloved boysmut. I've begun revisiting an old favorite Vincent/Cloud and sad to say the newer stuff can be damned painful at times. It makes me wonder if I was just immune to the bad when I was younger or if it really has gotten worse.

I broke down and jumped on the Naruto bandwagon, yeah they're kids in season one, but they won't be kids forever. And in the meantime I have Kakashi and Itachi to tide me over. Who knows? Once I get a little further in I might even adopt Itachi to help round out my villians.

Oh! And I can finally tell you guys that I'm working on a third person action game that I think has a lot of potential. If nothing else the hack and slash action is going to be great for anyone who pretends the zombies in RE are the people that annoy them before whipping out the magnum and enjoying that cool head pop sound.

Let's see, anything else? Well Iori and Kyo are still giving me difficulty in finishing off my fic, which annoys me to no end, but at least I'm almost done with one of the possible endings. Two more and I can start seeking beta readers. Provided I can find the time to write considering I'm working 2.5 hours later everyday.

*sighs* And speaking of work, I really should be winding down about now so I'll be shuffling off. Take care out there and I hope to see you guys again soon. ^_^

Sat, 28 Apr 2007 05:56:43 GMT

Hey all,

Hope all is well with you. I'm doing good, the new job is the strangest mix of exhaustion, fun and frustration but I still love what I do. Granted its only been a month, but I've tested on three different games in said month.

Sadly I can't discuss any of them until they hit silver, but once they do I'll gush...if I'm not so burned out I want to run at the very mention of the titles.

My vehicle is still parked for lack of funds to finish up essential repairs, but she runs beautifully so once the battery cables are fixed, the paperwork is done and the wheels are aligned and replaced I should be on the road and not having to deal with the buses anymore.

Although part of me is tempted to bus it anyway until overtime hits since buses are cheaper. I swear the cost of gas is insane nowadays and there is little relief in sight. I really wish I could afford a hybrid, save on gas and preserve the planet doing it...what could be sweeter?

My spare time of late has been spent on Beyond Good and Evil and my nightly RP sessions with CR, but I'm hoping to squeeze in a story somewhere. Just one chapter of a story actually. I've been wanting to finish out my Iori/Kyo fic for some time now but the boys have offered three different endings and it's hard to decide which one to go for. I think I need to troll some S&M sites for ideas, it's just scary doing that sometimes. It's practically Google seppuku.

Well, at any rate. It's getting late and I still want to play a bit of Beyond Good and Evil so I'll be signing off. Take care out there. ^)^

Damn crooked debt collectors...

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:36:00 GMT

Okay, the C.O. is pissed and needs to vent. I was happily looking forward to my weekend. I'm finally getting a battery for the clunker I bought a few weeks back which means I'm one step closer to being free from the whims of mass transit. Then, a few minutes before my break at work I get a phone call on my cell from an unavailable number. Alright, no big, my roomie's number often comes up unavailable and I can't think of anyone else who'd leave me a voice mail on my cell.

So, I get the message. Just a lady asking me to call her at an 800 number at such and such extention. Errr...not sure what's up with that, but seeing as I did agree to a few surveys a while back for some quick cash and was warned I might get calls asking me to confirm some of the information I figure I'll call back since they did give me my $50.

They answer the phone [insert company name here]...uh...who to the where now? Is this some offshoot of the unemployment I claimed? Because I don't need it anymore, but thanks for getting me the check that let me feed myself, pay my rent and buy a bus pass. Nope, not unemployment. Debt collector for a hospital.

Oops! I knew there was something else I meant to do with my tax refund. That's right I owe $250 for my emergency room visit for cold induced asthma way back when, this couldn't possibly be about that call that claimed $1000. That one had to have been when I got x-rays which are covered by my insurance, right? Wrong. They tried to say I owned a thousand for getting a steroid shot and a dose of asthma medicine in the ER.

Oh baby do I want to bite someone's head off at this point. I tell her that I'm not going to pay $1000 when my bill said $200 and something. She goes on to say "You said you're not going pay?" I repeated "No, I said I'm not going to pay $1000 when my bill said $200." She starts to get a bit of an atttitude. "Well we sent an itemized bill." I tell her I didn't get said bill, which I didn't. She says, "Fine, is this your address?" I say yes. "We'll send you an itemized bill and don't contact the original creditor, we handle this claim now. This is going on your credit today...no...on April 16th, Monday." Now I'm not sure whether to laugh or really lay into her. But, this is work so I just keep calm and reply. "You do that."

So, now I'm back home and after a search of all my old mail. I find three bills. Only two related to the visit mentioned above. One from the hospital one from Rand Medical Billing. Ah, Rand, I know them. I used to work with them all the time when I was with the boss lady. They're legit, so who's bill do you think I believe? The $1000 bill I never got or Rand that shows the name of the doctor, everything that was given to me down to the finger prick to check my sugar, and a bill of $211?

Now I'm just waiting for this $1000 bill to arrive so I can march straight to the BBB, the CPA and depending on how idiotic these people get an attorney. I fucking hate people who try to take advantage of others. Too bad for these guys I've dealt with bill collectors before and the fact they didn't read off the usual spiel about it being an attempt to collect the debt and they actually had the nerve to say don't contact my hospital? They really must think I'm an idiot...and I fear for whatever poor person actually ends up believing them.

sigh of relief

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 04:05:59 GMT

Whew! Okay...one worry has been eliminated. The unemployment check came today so rent will be covered, now I just have to hope I can get the extension on the triple threat bill so I can stay connected.

Of course...I'll be eating nothing but pb&j and soup for a week since I had to pour the food budget into rent as well. And I'll have to go without the cell phone for that same week since I don't have the funds for a new card, but I won't be homeless.

So, yay!!

CasualOtaku

Writer's Block: Sense and sensibility

Unemployed...again.

Blah!

Woo Hoo!!

How do Doctors do this?!

Meme and an update

Ch-ch-changes

Woo Hoo

Happy Valentine's Day!

Recommended Reading

Recommended Reading

Gluttony

I'm a sheep too.

Lust

Yoinked from Emish

Guess it's official...I'm a pervert.

The best laid plans...

Lunch time drabble

Writer's Block: Bump In The Night

Trying to figure out something

Michael Bay did not rape my childhood!

Midnight Oil

Damn crooked debt collectors...

sigh of relief

CasualOtaku

Writer's Block: Sense and sensibility

Unemployed...again.

Blah!

Woo Hoo!!

How do Doctors do this?!

Meme and an update

Ch-ch-changes

Woo Hoo

Happy Valentine's Day!

Recommended Reading

Recommended Reading

Gluttony

I'm a sheep too.

Lust

Yoinked from Emish

Guess it's official...I'm a pervert.

The best laid plans...

Lunch time drabble

Writer's Block: Bump In The Night

Trying to figure out something

Michael Bay did not rape my childhood!

Midnight Oil

Damn crooked debt collectors...

*sigh of relief*

sigh of relief