My Fedders 1988-2007

Yup, my A/C is gone. And the nickel-and-dime bastard I called charged me $130 to tell me he couldn't do a thing and that I should get a new one.

UM, I kinda knew that. But he STILL didn't take it down the stairs. So, it's sitting in a rusted lump mocking me in my bedroom.

Since NAFTA and China guarantee that I will bring home an overpriced piece o'crap that will break down in 3 years, I'm going with lesser BTU's this time. No 10K this time, 6 or 7 will do nicely. I want coolness in my room, not penguins and Walt Disney serving me ice cubes. This will also save my electric bill from a certain hell.

So, now we begin. Email me and I will shamelessly direct anyone who wants to contribute to my A/C fund where my paypal address is. I'm still jobless, but I had a good interview this week and possibly two more next week. Things are happening, but Mercury goes into retrograde tomorrow. That guarantees rotten noncommunicative fuckups left and right.

I'm thinking of moving to Australia. That way my life can go down the toilet in the opposite direction.

If you love me and don't want to see me melt, pony up. If not, I'll be sitting in a bucket of ice chewing on broken light bulbs to ease the pain of my poverty. Oh, and here's the logo. I can't throw a rent party since, technically, it's for my A/C. (if i'm going to be shameless, at least i can be correct about the funds, right?)

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Kisses!