EFF. So I drove to work to pick up my paycheck. It wasn't there. So I freaked out 'cause I'm very nearly on empty and I had plans for tonight.
I have to take out a loan from mom so I can get to and from work andsurvivefor the next TWO WEEKS. AGAIN. I FUCKING HATE BORROWING MONEY. HATEITHATEITHATEIT. It makes me feel like a worthless pile of dog shit.
Guh. At Gramma's, putting the finishing touches on my costume. I made my garters too long, so now I have to rip them off my boyshorts and cut like an inch and a half off them and sew them back on. ANNOYING.
Know what else sucks? The fact that it keeps raining off and on. I'm gonna die of hypothermia in this costume tonight.
"LOOK OUT FOR HYPOTHERMIA! LOOK OUT FOR DADDY'S BEATINGS! LOOK OUT FOR MOM! SHE'S WEARING THOSE SHOES THAT YOU HATE!!! YOUR LIFE IS GOING BEFORE YOUR EYES AND YOU REMEMBER THE WAY THAT ICE CREAM TASTED!!"
Who needs a smoke? And ten drinks? HEH. I DO.
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