king of the call screeners.

huh? what?
at 7:30 a.m. this morning my phone rang and the caller id said 'private caller'...i don't answer those. i don't answer 'out of area', 1-800's, 'private caller', etc...if you don't want me to know who you are, then fuck-you, i ain't answering. period. i decided to see if they left a message, they did. it was the moving company, incarta, who were coming to take the UA couch away to be nipped and tucked, but the message was all mumbled so i couldn't really hear what time they said they were coming over. it sounded like 1 p.m. but...anyhow. then it rang again but i couldn't get to the phone in time and i missed it...then incarta called and told me thier guys were right there/here and that they had called, so i told them i didn't answer because of the call i.d. thing...and that they called at 7:30 a.m....i may as well have not said anything..probably a nice guy, does not give great phone. anyhow, the guys who picked-up the couch couldn't have been any nicer or more pro. it was painless.
so i am without a couch once again. and also without any peach cobbler-that's another story altogether.
i have to go to city hall today and sort out some house tax shitola and then maybe go to the gym. i have hockey tonight as well...soon i will be installing new speakers in issy's car...oh, and i need to find a small filing cabinet for topanga cafe...and some pickle business e.mail crap later on as well...

yup.

g. xo