These are basically for my own entertainment.
- Ticketmaster Northwest (0/5)
PO Box 4248
Seattle, WA 98194
Ticketmaster (or Ticketbastard, as I like to call it) is THE DEVIL.
So, the convenience charge is exactly what it implies – it’s a charge for how convenient it is to not have to drive down to the box office and buy your tickets. It’s pretty damn convenient to be able to buy tickets to a show while lounging around the house in your undies, now isn’t it?
So, it wasn’t worth it to me to drive to Tacoma for Loverboy tickets (for my Ma, for Christmas), therefore I get to enjoy another $15 in fees. Screw you, Ticketbastard.
P.S. Imagine how fun it was for me to work there!
Seattle, WA 98127
I was going to give him five stars until I realized Faith disclosed that sad fact that he pronounces library as “liberry.” What else man?!? Do you say “bisghetti” too?
Honestly though, who doesn’t appreciate a man with a wit as sharp as babies fingernails, killer taste in hats, an affinity for bong hits and chips and 456 reviews to-date?
Oh, really? Well, I don’t appreciate YOUR FACE, BITCH.
I’m not quite sure why they call you prowlers, since you’re obviously THIEVES.
Yeah, sure, I left my face plate on – I was in Redmond and hadn’t planned on staying in the Eastside overnight. And *someone* told me that Redmond is a nice area and cars never get broken into at that complex…Hmm. Well.
I also didn’t plan on being woken up at 3 AM by cops pounding on the door to tell the roommate that his window had been broken out in the theft attempt.
This morning when I walked out and smiled at the police officer who was taking a report from yet another victim, I still had a strange sense of glibness as I approached my closed up car.
Look! No broken windows – sweet!
Wait. Why is all the stuff from my glove compartment sitting on my passenger seat? Weird, I don’t remember doing that.
*unlocks car door to see gaping hole where stereo used to be*
*turns around and smiles*
Hi there Officer, guess it’s pretty convenient that you’re here, eh?
Soooo, apparently you’re pretty smart Mr. Car Prowler(s). You obviously used gloves and had all the tools one would need to break the windows out of 3 cars and break into at least 3 others. What a lovely morning for all of us and I’m sure a nice little drug binge for you once you’ve sold all those stereos!
You do get one star for not cutting the wires to my stereo. That’s real sweet that you made it so easy for me to get another one. Asshole(s).
Seattle, WA 98112
If only everyone had friends like Dave, Zack and Austin….The whole world would be well fed, well dressed and laughing their asses off.
These boys throw a mean party, make me some delicious eats and always have classic and/or hilarious advice for any recent boy troubles I may be facing. They have great taste in furnishings and art – when I bring over new people the look of wonder on their faces is priceless, especially considering there’s a straight man contributing to the design. They can grill like you wouldn’t believe, making the most ridiculous dinners for their friends on a semi-regular basis.
I’ve laughed here, I’ve cried here, I’ve met new friends and reunited with old friends…My life would be dull and sad if not for my boys at Montlake Massive and I thank those proverbial lucky stars every day that I was fortunate enough to find friends like these.
integrity /Pronunciation[in-teg-ri-tee] -noun
1. adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
2. the state of being whole, entire, or undiminished: to preserve the integrity of the empire.
3. a sound, unimpaired, or perfect condition: the integrity of a ship’s hull.
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[Origin: 1400-50; late ME integrite. See integer, -ity]
–Synonyms 1. rectitude, probity, virtue. See honor.
–Antonyms 1. dishonesty.
12/21/2007 First to Review
She likes to swear and calls me Al and her mini-hero is adorable and she loves her Dad and her iphone and she cracks me the eff up which leaves me with one statement and 3 little words…..
Diana fucking rocks.
Seattle, WA 98103
Interesting bit o’ info:
This is actually the George Washington Bridge.
When I used to work in North Seattle and commuted across the GWB (hee) every day I would be subconciously terrified that someone would cross the center line and drive head-on into my car.
I still drove in the left-most lane anyway. I like to live on the edge.
Seattle, WA 98127
Though I just found out about your existence today, I don’t like you at all.
I bet you were real smug when you took that last bottle of chardonnay out of the cooler. Well, thanks a lot. Target is all out and I don’t know ANYWHERE else to get it and CD has told me it’ll be at least another week before they get more in.
All I wanted to do was come home, have dinner, do some yoga and have a glass of my favorite wine, but nooooooo.
It’s my FAVORITE wine, people. Jeez.
You suck real bad.
I have no idea what I would do without you. The mere absence of your presence has triggered near-panic attacks.
Thank you for hanging onto my favorite pen so I don’t have to dig around in my purse. Thank you for giving me a section for gifts lists and sizes, favorite restaurants, books to read and music to buy. Thank you for having enough note pages in the back for me to budget my paychecks for the next year and a half and to make notes when I’m drunk and someone says something that I want to remember.
Even though I may ignore half of the things I schedule, you will never make me feel bad about flaking.