Hey Dirrty, baby I gotcha money…

I’m currently in a much better mood, given that my issues with my bank are long from being solved. What happened was on Tuesday the 19th, I was online using my bank’s (First Financial) bill payment system to pay my NIPSCO bill (rehashing the end of this post), and I made a gross over-payment (like $2300 gross).

So I can deal with making mistakes, how use would I learn but the bill payment system didn’t give me a confirmation screen to verify my numbers and by the time I got any notice it was too late to do anything. The frustrating part was I didn’t have $2300 in my checking account to cover a payment that big yet it still clear. Also, my NIPSCO bill wasn’t anywhere near $2300 and they wanted to act like I was trying to steal from them when I asked for a refund. I literally had to bend over backwards, while blowing the CEO of NiSource and juggle 5 bowling pins to just so they could call my bank to see whether or not the payment would clear the bank. So after being told by my bank that with the bill payment systems, all funds are cleared regardless of balance (red flag), 5 minutes later they told NIPSCO that funds didn’t clear my checking account and the gas company denied my refund claim.

It seemed that everyday there was something new that would turn me into a ranting and raving lunatic, plotting and scheming, planning on doing some shit that might have me doing a stint in jail. If it wasn’t for my mother calling me everyday, this entry would be coming straight from Lake County Corrections.

So after a week and half of callbacks, threats of litigation, a couple F-bombs and a few CSRs called bitches, the fix is in-motion. Of course I have to wait 2-3 weeks for a check from NIPSCO, and I can’t go open another check account becasue I’m now in Chex Systems, I’m feeling better.

I actually anticipated less of a fanfare for my birthday, but maybe I’m being a pessimestic dick again. Anyway, I’ve been been in a general funk the past week, and not only becasue of my birthday (which I have every right to be pissy about, its my party and I can cry if I want to) but also because the amount of energy I seem to be lacking.

First things first, I stopped putting any consderable thought into celebrating my birthday. Since the last time anyone put any effort into acknowledging it was here. The same thing goes for holidays as well. Maybe the cause is I never got that toy I wanted as a child or maybe I’m just jade from years of disappointment, either way my past birthday was just another Tuesday to me, nothing eventful happened. Even though, my mother, my father & step-mother (both who I haven’t spoken to in over a year) left voicemail messages and some of my frat sent some e-cards, I didn’t feel like being bother and went to bed fairly early so I could get some rest. Secondly on a somewhat related topic I would like to announce that sex is not a proper birthday present. If you were offering me ass last week simply because it was Thursday, why would I think it would be any more special on my birthday? Lame or maybe I’m being an insufferable dick again.

Speaking of which, I’ve decided to keep it in my pants since I’ve been suffering though what can only be described as being bored with sex. Granted I’ve haven’t had any in some time, the general concepts and unoriginally I’ve encountered have pretty much turned me off. Oddly the need to expand my Collection and have relations with the wifey have not cease. I was told that matching blisters on my hand and penis isn’t a cute look.

Been spending some time, hanging out with a some very cool individuals. I thoroughly enjoy their company and one in particular, I’m starting to feel something for them. I find myself looking forward to Wednesday where I would go to his place to watch TV (my cable non-provider doesn’t carry certain channels), have dinner and just chill. We have completely different ideolgies, yet I see where a lot alike. And while its easy for me to put all of this out there, I can’t really say it to them since I don’t want to rock the boat. Why does being emotional suck or do I just miss thinking with my dick?

I’ve come to the concensus that I’m a Grade-A mooron. As I was paying my NIPSCO bill through my bank online bill payment system, generally not paying attention to what I do with my money, I submitted a $300 payment to go through on the 29th of September (i.e. my next payday). Unfortunately the ‘2’ I used to change the date ’19’ into ’29’ didn’t go into the right box. So not checking the form before I hit submit, I sent in a payment of $2300 to go through on the 19th. I honestly think that my dick has a bigger brain.

I need to be off the ‘Nigga-net’ for awhile and collect my thoughts.

My Birthday Gift To Myself

It’ll be exactly a week until my 26th birthday. And I’m sitting here, quarter to six in the morning at work, wondering about things that I want for my day but I know I definitely cannot have. Birthday’s suck.

I hope everyone had enjoyed their holiday. I’m trying to be in a better mood but I’m guessing that I’ll be out of my funk by this weekend; when I have a few days to not look at people that irratated me. But I digress.

So my trip to Philly and Washington was cool. My mom, her Purse-holder and myself flew out of Chicago/Midway International Bus Terminal in this tiny-ass United plane to Washington Dulles. Which was scary becasue landed during the tail-end of Ernesto and the was that Washington Dulles is set up, to board and exit the plane, you have to leave the terminal and go outside. IN TO THE ELEMENTS, IN THE STORM.

After spending sometime at my Uncle’s huge house in Fairfax County, we all journeyed up to I-95 to go to my Great Aunt’s suprise birthday in Philly. The party was cool, I saw cousins, 2nd cousins that I haven’t seen in years and 3rd and 4th cousins scurring around the house playing and relatives who remember me being that quiet kid playing with the toys in the corner but I had no idea who they were.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that I’m getting OLD. My cousins are all having kids, growing up and becaming adults and I’m thinking about the action figures that will come out for the new Transformers movie. While looking at pictures of my cousin new born son, my mom said to me. “Don’t know how you’re gonna work it out, but you need to get me a grandbaby!” In the next few weeks, I’m going to be 26 years old and before people start thinking that I’m all depressed and sad about getting old, this is only a introspective. Remember my blog is a collection of random thoughts that barely form a cohesive thought. But maybe I should start looking ahead to the future and settle down.