The Universe Can Fuck Off and Die, Kthanx

I have no idea what my electric co-op/ISP is doing, but so help me God, I'm going to choke a bitch if it continues. After sorting out the phone/Internet/TV didoes yesterday, I checked my utility bill just to be safe. What to my wondering eyes should appear but a mysterious charge of $31.87, one with parentheses around it. I don't know what it means, but if they try to tell me that I didn't pay my bill in full, I'm going to start cutting bitches, because I have the receipt to prove I did; if they try to tell me I owe more money in advance in the wake of the spin-off of the Internet division and will be reimbursed later, I'm going to lose my shit. How about I give them my money when I've actually used their service for the specified time period? I don't have a magical money fountain in my backyard with which to pay them. If I did, I wouldn't be scrimping and saving for the possibility of theoretical Rammstein tickets.

And if I have to raid my Rammstein fund to propitiate the gaping, greedy fucking maw of the utility company, I'm going to forego dignity and cry like a two-year-old, because I really don't ask that much of the universe, and I'm sick and tired of it shitting on my goddamn head.

Bastards.

Fic Outtake: Die Sprache der Blinden(3)

I knew this section needed to go yesterday, but spent thirty-six hours in denial because I'm stubborn, and because there is a part of me--probably my ego--that insists every word I write has its raison de etre. But I finally conceded defeat and tossed them to the pile. But not entirely, because I am a verbal hoarder and secretly convinced that if I throw words out, I will inevitably come to need them later.

So here they are. Just in case.

( Fic Outtake from Die Sprache der Blinden 3/? )