Collection Agencies Suck

The title pretty much says it all. After 4 years of dodging and misleading a collection agency for a $1500 bill I owe on a computer, I finally beat them. Of course, they just sold the account to another collection agency who located me and started hassaling me in record time. Now I have to pay a $1500 bill off in the next three months or I'll be going to court. Whereas I love sexy judges in those sexy judge robes, I'll be paying the bill. My friend Andy was complaining about having little money, which is true, but I believe I'll have even less than he will have in the next 3 months. I've finally beaten Andy in something other than a masturbation contest. Or did he beat me in that too?

Yesterday was quite enjoyable. I got off of work at 11:30 A.M. so I could see an old high school buddy. Meeting my old friend Cody, or Hoefer as I know him (his last name being Hoefer. It isn't some kind of stupid in-joke) was definately the highlight of my day. Of course, since I've been out of Nebraska for almost 2 years now, I've lost a bit of the "country hick" side of me. My freind Cody hasn't lost a bit of it. After hanging out with him for two hours, I had the powerful urge to tip a cow, blow something up with homemade explosives, or a combination of the two. The typical Nebraska activites mind you, all done while imbibing heavy amount of alcohol.

Speaking of alcohol, Hoefer and I ate at a Dave and Busters. As I've mentioned before, this place is like a ChuckyCheeses' for adults. Yes, I'm quite aware of my mispelling of ChuckyCheeses, since I haven't been to one since I was 9, I think you can let it slide. Dave and Busters has a sweet menu plus a video arcade / gaming room. Want to play the newest arcade game? You can do it. Want to play skeeball and win tickets for prizes? You can do it. Want to do all of these things while drinking a frozen margarita? You can do it! They have a full bar in the middle of the gaming room. One has to take special care however when drinking and playing skeeball. Dave and Busters prefers that you chuck the wooden ball down the chute, not the margarita glass. I found out yesterday that there is now a Dave and Busters in Omaha, so to my homies and peeps in Omaha, go when you have the chance. If you go, I promise I won't say "homies and peeps" ever again.

Well, I've got to get back to work for another ten minutes before I clock out for the day. I have a rough life. BTW, if you have a few extra dollars laying around, go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You won't be dissapointed, unless you have a phobia of chocolate waterfalls and rivers, in which case, you'll spend a good 20 minutes of the movie cowering under your seat screaming like a girl.

Later.