Showing posts with label fucking fuckety fuck. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 27, 2023

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #664: ARNOLD


 

A while back I joined Arnold Schwarzenegger's newsletter. Like any kid in the 'Eighties, I loved the hell out of his movies, and it looked like he was trying to cultivate a "positive corner of the internet." The internet can be a truly awful place, so I thought, what the hell? Why not? You can join it yourself if you want to here. There is a monthly one that is very lengthy and a brief daily one that goes over how to be more healthy and how to get in shape.


I don't always read everything because a lot of it doesn't apply to me. I can't do a lot of the workouts because of my bad leg and my ever-increasingly-bad hands. But it makes for interesting reading sometimes, and it does leave me feeling warm and fuzzy every now and again. Even a misanthrope like me needs that sometimes.


A lot of you know about my struggles with caffeine. Quitting booze was infinitely easier than quitting caffeine. I will say, when I was in detox I also detoxed from caffeine, but here I am, glugging down Monster energy drinks every fucking day. At least I get the sugar free ones now. The Zero Ultra is pretty good, actually.


In one of the daily newsletters something caught my attention. Very few people on this planet view caffeine as a bad drug that shouldn't be consumed. That's because almost everyone is addicted to it, and they don't give it a second thought. My own doctor (the one who once told me that fat diabetics don't survive the zombie apocalypse) reacted like this when I told him I was trying to quit caffeine:




In the newsletter in question, it brings up a study that shows that chewing gum in the morning is just as effective as drinking a cup of coffee. (I'm paraphrasing from memory, here, so don't hold me to that exactly.)


No one knows why. They just know it works. The theory is that chewing puts your jaw muscles to work, and it sends signals up to your brain for awareness. Goddammit, I wish I wasn't hooked on caffeine again. I'd love to try this experiment. The thought of going through the headaches again is not a pleasant thought.


Fuck. I guess I'm going to have to give it a shot. Because gum is a lot less expensive than the giant Monster cans I get every day. It's a matter of necessity at this point.


Fucking fuckety fuck. OK, maybe I'll give this another go starting next week.













































PS: I'm really upset with Blogger because last night, in the tags section, I put "Mandatory Metallica" something like five or eight times. It let me do it in the draft, but when I published it, it deleted all except for one. So yeah. I said it a lot more last night than you read. If I die tomorrow, please remember that I did that last night. Tell your kids so they can tell their grandkids, etc. It might be my only claim to immortality.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #83: DIGGING MYSELF DEEPER

I remember a while ago, I went to buy my first car. It was a used piece of shit, and it cost me out the ass because I didn't have any credit rating, aside from my student loan. I'd always believed credit cards are evil, and I've avoided them most of my life. And then I realized that I'm going to need to get the fuckers because in order to make it through life, I needed some kind of credit rating.


So I got a few credit cards, and things spun waaaaaay out of control. I blame my piece of shit car for the most of it, because I had to get a new set of tires for the fucking thing every ten months, not to mention everything else that went wrong with it. Maybe I spent a bit too much on books, and I know I spent a shit-ton on my girlfriend at the time, but for the most part, I think it was that car. Oh yeah, and the tooth implant I had to get back then. Jesus, that cost thousands of dollars.


Then I got a couple more credit cards, and things got worse. Holy shit, I'm bad at this. I don't think I'll ever be out from under this debt. Maybe if I finally get done paying for the super-awesome car that replaced the piece of shit I used to own, but that's not going to happen for another year.


I'm at the end of my rope, so what did I do? I got a couple more credit cards. Yeah, I know. That doesn't sound very bright. I'm pretty sure I'm well on the road to fucking myself up entirely. I wanted to see if I could get a credit limit that would allow me to do a balance transfer on one of my cards, since the interest is breaking my fucking back on that one, but no one will give me a $5,000 card.


Right now, I have these two in reserve. All too often, thanks to my recent medical and dental bills, I've found myself out of money for various things, and I fall back on the credit cards to help me stay afloat. But that's no longer getting to be an option. My plan is to retire my two biggest credit cards and put any emergency-only expenditures on my new cards. That way, I can whittle the others down a bit, and since I don't have to pay interest on my new cards for a year and a half, it might buy me enough time to put the car payments six feet under. Once that happens, I'll have a sudden gush of money into my coffers every month. Five hundred motherfucking dollars will be freed up, and I'll finally be able to kick some ass with the credit cards.


Today was payday at work. 100% of my check went to bills. The car payment, a few medical bills, my dental bill and my insurance payment. I have literally zero money left over from all of this. The next two weeks are going to be fucking awful.