breaking up is hard to do…..(and other thoughts)

i realized a few moments ago, that canceling a credit card is a lot like breaking up with someone who just didnt see it coming. 
first, you have to start out with the old "its not you, its me" line.
then they ask you about why youre canceling the card, and you have to say "its just not working out, i want to go out there and live my life, and this card just isnt a part of it anymore."
so they keep pushing and keep snatching at your hand, until you just have to say "look, its over.  stop making a scene.  if you really must know, there is another card in the picture…. two actually, and i just cant use another one right now!"
Then comes the "what do those cards have that i dont?  i can change i swear!" talk.

ugh…. just cancel the effing card already!
For some reason, whenever i go in to get my hair cut, i always end up with the chick that just finished cosmetic school the week before.  she doesnt understand how to listen, and she always jacks up my haircut.  but im always too nice to ask what im really thinking, which is "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY HEAD!?!?!?!"

The lady i want to cut my hair is the one whos in her 60s, with a cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth.  she doesnt even ask me what i want, she just cuts my hair and makes it look great.  i dont need someone to examine the angle at which my hair sticks out of my head, just cut it correctly and be done with it.

i have another thing to write, but it will have to wait, as i am currently cleaning my (empty – except for the cat) apartment