yet another pack of excuses...even I'M tired of them

Hello all, it's me again...and there's still no show!

yeah well on top of life in exiled adulthood (living in dad's basement, dealing with stepfamily, futile search for real employment), i have to deal with the fact that the household's phone and later and more importantly DSL hath been turned off. so while i could in theory produce a show on my still fucked up computer (new computer held up by faulty components and co-builder personal/financial drama[which is way worse than mine, btw]) and upload it via going to either Kinko's or the community college where i am registered (hmm...which one is CHEAPER...and will give me less bullshit about installing filezilla??? hmmm). it's just that now i am finally working full time again...BUT....

it's a SHITE job doing pharmaceutical marketing (what the FUCK does that mean, raequel?) it MEANS...that i sit in a tiny cube calling up every gaddamned CVS, WALGREENS, and RITE AID in the 48 contiguous states (not many HI and AK pharms on my workload), trying to keep track of timezones so that i don't say good afternoon to a west coast pharm tech when its morning there, trying not to blow my top when i get harshed out or hung up on by some indignant fuckmook pharm tech or worse the pharmacist themselves, trying to get them to 'commit' to recommending said product as opposed to the fifty others in the same class of drugs that do the same thing and try to make the good numbers so that when your call time/completions are posted three times a day, you don't look like a slacker jackass! *sigh*

and i get paid the empress-like sum of ten beans an hour to do all this shite. i HATE this job. i'll shout it to the rooftops, i fucking HATE this job. but at least it isn't my last job....btw, if any of my former co-workers from ICR read this....FUCK YOU in the NECK with a rusty TIRE IRON covered in BARBED WIRE...i fucking hate you you fucking fucks.

*sigh again*

so...yeah i promise after i pull a zine out of my ass for the Philly Zine Fest this coming week...yikes! i will get around to doing Triscast 28. by the by, if you haven't check out the revamped ZineVox - yes i want to do it again. zines are STILL FUCKING RELEVANT, you hear that you monitizing-hungry web 2.0 hipster douches...RELEVANT.

and now back to your regularly scheduled personal psychodramas, you've shure nuff had more than a taste of mine.

Much Love Hugs And Kisses to Nate and Di,and their lovely furbaby George... who made me feel oh so welcome and relaxed at their abode during Labor Day weekend down in SC! i promise when i get my shit together i will welcome you up here in the loverly Killadelphia Tri-State Region (300+ reported murders and counting! gotta love it)

go phillies!

love always,

raequel aka systris.

ps to tee morris: bro-lo SUCKS for what he did. fro-headed wanker.