So I never write things in the morning but I figured I'd share this tasty little morsel of interesting with the entire world (also, just to purge my consciousness of it). I had a dream last night about a certain magnificent, amazing, fucking incredible someone who shall remain nameless. She is fabulous in that rockstar way that is basically unparallelled and I will start by saying I hope she never changes because hearing about her exploits is something that brings me inane amounts of joy. She also happens to be an addict: a bona fide alcoholic who throws down sleeping pills like nobody's business. I haven't seen her in about two years now (really?!), nor have I really talked to her, but once she gets her hot mess life together (notice I didn't say hot ghetto mess), I'm sure we'll be in touch again.
So anyway, last night's dream was of her and her family (full disclosure: I've never met them), taking this cross-country train ride (hey, it's a dream, weird shit can happen and it does) and for some reason, she has been forced to become sober. I'm pretty clear on the details of this dream, because it played itself over a few times, and the comedy that ensued from her being SOBER was even better than when House attempts to "go sober" from his Vicodin habit. I love it. So in my dream, ever classy friend was driven to fantastic withdrawl and to drinking even MORE (I didn't say sober from everything) and the resulting hilarity woke me up....a few times.
Anyway, the point of this entire post being: my darling, get your shit together but please, never ever ever change.

I am sick of idiots who whine they have no money yet still a) apply for credit cards from everywhere and b) buy more shit they don't need. I have my moments - ones where I realize that I should just stop buying things. And then you know what? I STOP BUYING SHIT. If I've had a hideous weekend in midtown, I don't buy anything for the rest of the month except groceries and the occasional dinner with boy - and then I PAY THAT SHIT OFF.

I am reminded because one fat nasty bitch I have the misfortune of being acquainted with has made it a point to proclaim loudly on facebook that she has a reasonably expensive shopping problem and then turn around and piss and moan about the debt she is no doubt mired in because of her shopping problem. Seems to me like she fundamentally has a discipline and thinking problem: No Discipline + No Thinking + Food = Fat Nasty Bitch; No Discipline + No Thinking + Credit Card = Broke Fat Nasty Bitch who whines to the whole world about her brokeness. See a pattern?

Fluffy has been reincarnated into a shiny new silver body! He was rewarded for having been so good in his previous life. He thinks differently than he used to and he lost a button but he's okay with that because he's BIGGER. He can also stay awake for longer. Schmancy.

Celebrated Valentine's day this weekend. I now have a HUGE couchcat mao to show for it :D

I am mildly grumpy though because I won't be seeing boy for another two weeks, (for his birthday), but i suppose I've lived longer without seeing him and I'll survive.

In other news, Fluffy is dying. Fluffy has trouble turning himself on and has frequent crashes that don't seem to be a software problem. In fact, Fluffy crashes so often when I finally do get him turned on that he wouldn't make it through the reformatting process, I don't think. I checked Fluffy's warranty status and he's out of warranty for about a year now (a shame) which means he probably won't get fixed. It would be a major, gutting repair. The only thing left to do is to sell him for parts and contribute the proceeds to a new laptop. I'm thinking this time around I'm going to get a macbook pro (not a macbook) and install windows vista onto it. I haven't done enough thinking about it yet, though, and I am busy mourning the loss of Fluffy, who graciously offered me my powerpoint presentation for class before entering his coma. Strangely, there's nothing to back up this time around, save a few songs that I have on him that I don't have on Mr. Mac, but there are so few of them, I could easily get them back by re-downloading them and saving myself the pain of a backup.

I, like the Dixie Chicks, am not ready to make nice and I would like to see certain special someone(s) eat it in his/her/their cheapness.

Hassan Elmasry, ye hath fucked up (and may thus soon find yourself out of a job!). The Sulzbergers are not happy and really, a quick glance at your local bookstore's biography section should inform you that the Sulzbergers are not ones to be pissed off. I suppose it's moot at this point to reiterate that wealth management is 90% pampering your client but clearly the wealth management arm failed to make that clear to the internal funds...
It seems like a poor idea in general to campaign against one of your wealth management clients' business practices, no? Especially if your'e trying to keep their business.