Rants from a Cynical Raven











So yesterday signaled the end of a stupid process to which my ex was the result. You see, back when we were living together I used to buy points for my X on Xbox Live (see what I did there?) and I guess when I left him (which I did in a hurry) I left my credit card number stored in the Xbox. Lo and behold a few months later I notice charges on my credit account for Live Points I didn’t buy. Begin the stupid process of calling my bank, having the card stopped, destroyed, and petitioning for the charges to be reversed. Honestly my bank is pretty awesome about that stuff and it didn’t feel like pulling teeth to talk with them; over all nice people.

However…since I’m a cynical and vindictive bitch, getting my money back wasn’t enough. You don’t treat me like crap and then steal my credit card, sorry. So I called up Microsoft to tell them my problem, and honestly all I asked was that my credit card be removed from his Xbox. Not only did they remove the card, they banned his account. So needless to say that day ended SO well.

My mom, sister and I went out to this awesome restaurant called “Antique Row” yesterday as well. While I was having myself an nice pasta I noticed this staring at me from across the booth made my freaking day.

So my good friend, we’ll call him Dr. Sweet, has studied for AGES in Cosmetology and as a result, he is the only person I will even let touch my hair. I got myself a haircut yesterday, and I love me some awesome hair. the man is a freaking genius with hair, I don’t care what anyone says.

Any how, as I’m driving home I decided to stop at my local 24/hr pharmacy to grab some hair dye and left with hair dye + scooby snacks. I love me some Scooby!! As I am having the cornucopia of processed fruit flavor in my mouth I noticed the back of the fruit packet had a warning label. Yes, there’s a warning label for fruit snacks now. OUR CHILDREN AREN’T SAFE!! THAT OR THEY’RE JUST STUPID!!! Honestly!! What are parents teaching kids these days that we need warning labels on our fruit snacks? I blame the parents entirely for this label. You hear that American parents? I’m looking at you!

Skip ahead, skip ahead…I woke up a little before 6 this morning, I was taking my dad into the Military Hospital to have a port put into him so they can readily administer his meds right into the lung for his Chemotherapy. I don’t know about you, but I want to go to a Military Hospital when I’m sick, these people are amazing. I have never been to a hospital or had a doctor that was as nice, informative, and accommodating as the folks down at the MH. It was raining down here when I went, for those of you who do not live in Southern California, rain is a rare sight and I enjoy it greatly. Most of the rest of “So-Cal” does not agree with me. It seems that all you need is one drop of water on your windshield and the entire community has a collective spaz attack. OH GOD THERE’S WATER FALLING FROM THE SKY!! HEAVEN MUST HAVE A PLUMBING PROBLEM!! QUICK!! WE MUST APPEASE THE PLUMBING LORDS BY SLAMMING INTO EACH OTHER AND DRIVING FRANTICALLY ON THE FREEWAY!!! The rain also brings out the snails….This little guy was taking up that whole side of the bench!! Bench hog…anyhow…

So after about 2 1/2 hours my dad comes out of surgery hopped up on all kinds of morphine. He’s singing to himself and saying things like “…..let’s get on a plane”  “lol wat?”   “a plane, let’s get on one, you have your passport?”  “sorry dad, don’t usually keep it on me”  “damn!” Now…where we would have gone, who knows! Who cares!? OFF TO ADVENTURE!! Ahem, so anyways, my dad is home safe and sound with a few more cables inside him that he didn’t have before. His assimilation is almost complete! The Borg ship is coming!!

All in all I’ve been ok the past 2 days, I’ve been keeping up with Final Fantasy 13, and honestly I’m still not impressed. It’s entertaining, but it’s not the staple of the series, nor are the mechanics what I think they should be. Once I beat the game I’ll do a video review and you can hear all about my ranting on it then, like I know you want to. You’re mad about me aren’t you?

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