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October 02, 2000
"Drove downtown in the rain Nine-thirty on a Tuesday night Just to check out the late-night record shop Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane When I'm surrounded I just can't stop It's a matter of instinct, It's a matter of conditioning, It's a matter of fact You can call me Pavlov's dog Ring a bell and I'll salivate -- how'd you like that Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue 'Cause right now I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did So I'm lying here Just staring at the ceiling tiles And I'm thinking about what to think about Just listening and relistening to Smiley Smile And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought Because I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did And if you want to find me I'll be Out in the sandbox Wondering where all the hell all the Love has gone Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun And singing "Fun Fun Fun" Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did I had a dream That I was three hundred pounds And though I was very heavy I floated till I couldn't see the ground I floated till I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me because I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Drove downtown in the rain Nine-thirty on a Tuesday night Just to check out the late-night record shop Call it impulsive call it compulsive call it insane When I'm surrounded I just can't stop"
Yay, the Kellhounds page is done, goody gum drops...

Oh. and I found out what happened to my batteries. Now I just need to figure out what happened to Marsha's sense of reason and better judgement. Was she always without it, or did stupidity grow on her just like that god awful hair she has. Marsha is the large woman who sits at the front desk. I would call her a receptionist, but that would imply she handles the reception of things. You see, the package with my batteries did in fact arrive here on sept 20th as the UPS confirmation suggested. It's just that, well... Marsha sent them back. I inquired for further information as to why she felt the need to do this and she told me that "the information on the package was wrong." I asked her what was wrong, she said well it wasn't addressed right. I asked her, then how did it get here? she said well the building was right. And I asked, was it not addressed to Rm 1507b, she said it was. Then wherein, praytell, lies the problem... ...the name was wrong... ...it was addressed to "RYAN SIMSON" [sic]... I said, quote "so it was adressed to this building, to room 1507b, which is specific to Hans Voigt and I, with the name ryan simson on it... WHO DID YOU THINK IT WAS FOR? JESUS?" she then rambled something as I walked away in disgust. I wish her parents would have given her some plastic bags to play with when she was a kid or something. So I called up batteries.com and I asked them to look up my order number, the asked me what the problem was and I told the guy the story, and he burst into laughter, he then apologized and I said no it's okay, laughter is the only thing that keeps people like us from killing people like her. and we both chuckled. So we fixed the name, and then he said, "whoa, almost didn't captialize your last name, wouldn't want this coming back again." and we laughed some more, that guy was great. helped me along. He did say there was nothing he could do about shipping, so the whole mess is gonna end up costing me $0.99 and about 2 weeks without my batteries. I guess that's a small price to pay to keep away all those mal-addressed packages I've been getting

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