Well, I finally sent a nasty letter to that guy who's dicking me out've a fine velvet painting. Just thought I'd share with the rest of the group my "Collection Letter".

Augustus -

You have three days from today's date to reply to this email.

If a response is not made, I will be taking actions via Paypal's Buyer Complaint form and eBay.

What this means to you:

$10.00 Chargeback fee.
The closing of your Paypal and eBay account.

The resolution for this is simple, you may contact me on or before 12/23/02 via email and supply the following information:

* An agreement to electronically refund the amount paid.
* A USPS tracking number verifying the item has been sent.
* An agreement to send the item, if not yet sent, and a USPS tracking number to verify the date, destination, and delivery status.

Thank you,

- David Biastock

I dunno, I was pretty proud of it. Hopefully this butthead will mail it before I have to drive to San Jose to pick it up myself.

Oooh, goodbye sweet Shizzolate... hello Miguel translator! Yes kids, that's right, now everything I say can sound like Miguel! Creative genius behind Fat Chicks In Party Hats.

ARGH... you guys. I'm sorry for the lack of updates, but I've been so friggin' insipid lately that I don't feel I ought to waste anyone's time writing about it. I believe that my lack of shenanigans and those who inspire me to do so have caused me to become muddled and uncreative.

I think I wanna have fun without getting drunk. (Man, I can only imagine the synchronized double take this statement has made to anyone whose reading this.)

I'm mildly excited about Christmas in the giddy - starry eyed way, but with it comes a vague sense of guilt and anxiety.
Guilt because the only family member that I give two rats about is my Mom, and honestly if I don't hear from her until my thirty second birthday, I'd be pretty cool with that.
Anxiety because... well, I need to buy a bunch've crap this weekend and am now realizing that I don't really know anyone that well anymore and it's weighing heavier than I'd like it to. Imagine the house you grew up in was bought by someone else who left the outside exactly the same, but redecorated the hell out've the inside. For some reason this is how I feel about my friends and loved ones right now.

But let's move on to good things..

Yesterday was good. Alicia and I went Christmas tree shopping. I'll be goddamned, but I had no idea that a Christmas tree shorter than me would be sixty five dollars. Instead of picking one up we headed on back home and invited Donnie and his lady-friend over for mulled wine and gingersnap cookies.

Saturday was good. Visited with Wade and had sushi. Yes, that's right Wade, I'm coming clean and I'm coming clean right now. Alicia, me 'n' Wade didn't have India Oven for lunch... we had Todai's. It's been weighing heavily on my soul and I thought you should know the truth.

It was good and I have no regrets.

Plus it was completely Wade's idea.

In other news, I have won a mild victory. Due to my seniority, I managed to win my shift bid at work. I will not be moved from my current schedule, but shall remain working Monday thru Fridays from Noon until Nine. My ability to oversleep shall not be hindered.

I also fear I have lost a minor scurmish. One of my eBay paintings has yet to arrive. I feel that I've been dicked out've sixty odd dollars without the complimentary dallop of lubricant. Anyone have a suggestion for cruel and unusual punishment befitting for such crimes?