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I don’t smoke. I don’t drink. I don’t gamble.

But I am extremely addicted to my “kids,” all 27 of them. They take up most of my time and a lot of my paycheck. I just got back into this hobby a few months ago. It’s a heck of an addiction.

I’ve always wanted to keep Discus with cichlids. Now I can with this Red Severum, pet name “Scotch.”

This Cyphotilapia frontosa Burundi is the ultimate king of the tank. I adopted him from big bro. It’s quite a sight watching the 7-inch predator go up for food.

I’ve always wanted a blue fish. The Sciaenochromis fryeri species is as blue as they come.

Sunshine peacocks are the reason I got into peacocks and haps. I love the contrast of yellow and blue.

“Rainbow,” Protomelas taeniolatus, still has a lot of coloring up to do.

This Copadichromis azureus is the most expensive fish in my tank. I fell in love with him at first sight. Anyone messes with him gets to go in the prison tank.

She’s just a common red zebra but extremely mild for her species.

Me: Hi Ms. B, this is Me calling from the Pharmacy. How are you doing today?
Ms. B: I have a house full of guests right now, can we get to the point?
Me (thinking): WTF? I hope you choke on your own saliva and die, bitch!

For a high-end retail chain, my pharmacy is filled with a bunch of narcissists.

…for good this time.

My life has been so uneventful in the past few months that even I wasn’t interested in it. Not that it’s any better now. I just miss writing.

So I’m back.

I’ll get a few posts up as soon as I recover from this 12-hour-a-day, 5-day work stretch.

Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat! Who dat!

Minh Hang’s “Heo Xinh” from the movie “Ngoi Nha Hanh Phuc” is a million times better than her debut album. Love the dancing!

With all the unnecessary stress from work, I’ve finally decided to utilize the apartment gym to pump some iron. After all, I’m paying pretty good money for it.

So I went to the office and asked for the key card. The lady responded, “That will be $10.”

What the!

$10 for a freaking key card? I was stupefied.

I thought the lady was joking. So I asked again.

Again she responded, “$10, check or money order only.”

Nothing in this world seems right any more.

You can bet your ass in 6 months I’ll be looking like the young Arnold Schwarzenegger. I’m gonna squeeze every drop out of that $10.

I’m really starting to lose patience with my employer.

A fucked up study has just been released, and apparently only 3% of our customers know we have a pharmacy.

So instead of spending money on advertisement, dumb-ass Corporate Heads are making us walk around the entire store every hour and solicit customers to fill prescription with us. They want us to get at least 20 new patients a week.

Who the fuck wants to think about prescriptions when they shop?

I didn’t go to pharmacy school to pass out flyers. I guess working a 12-hour shift, giving flu shots, ringing up customers, and solving insurance rejections is not enough.

If you ask me, I am way underpaid. I should be getting a check for being a manager, a pharmacist, a salesman, a nurse, and a cashier.

I wonder what dead rocks look like.

I finally got my internet connected. Now I can start posting again!

I’ve had the worst of luck with my stupid car. It’s been plagued with multiple, albeit minor mechanical problems from day 1.

A few months ago, someone threw a Yoo-hoo bottle at the window, leaving a chipped mark on the driver’s side.

A few weeks ago, a Volkswagen Beetle passed by and splashed a rock on the windshield. Yep, a tiny little Volkswagen Beetle.

Today, I got to my car and saw this lovely little note.

Are you freaking serious? Someone backed into my car?

So I got out, and my teary eyes were submerged in this.

That’s my very first car.

That’s my brand new, very first car.

That’s my brand new, very first car that I bought with my own money.

That’s my brand new, very first car that I bought with my own money from dealing with stupid insurance rejections, stupid Medicaid patients, stupid computer system, stupid co-workers, and stupid manager.

My brand new car will never be the same. Like Tiger Woods’ wife, I felt betrayed, cheated, violated.

Damn you Karen.

But as the saying goes, if life gives you a lemon car, make lemonade.

So I’m looking at the bright side. At least I know now that there are still honorable people in this world. Karen was honest enough to not only leave her name, phone number, and apartment number but also call the police and report the accident.

I’m not at all mad at Karen. I’m just mad that now I have to deal with insurance and try to find a good place to fix my car. What a Christmas this is going to be.