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I suggest you don't continue reading this post if youre going to criticize my bitching. thanks love :)
so today couldnt have possibly been any worse than it was. I wake up and I walk past my bathroom, not even close to being inside of it, and a picture of my grandpop falls from the wall, glass shattered everywhere. yeah NOT COOL it scared the shit out of me. I leave to get gas and notice I forgot my glasses which I need to drive so I had to go back home to get them before I went to church, which also wasnt the greatest, but we wont mention anything of that nature. Then I leave church to go to Vercchios. So I get there and the line was so long, one lady said she'd been waiting for an hour and 20 mins just for some damn turkey so I said eff that, they were on #61 and my # was 81. yeah no thanks. So I go to Shoprite. I park the car and notice that I parked next to a van in which the driver of the van I dislike very much. I wanted to piss on the van, but my superego stopped me. So I go in the store. Can you say long lines!? (not to mention I had work at 5) ok so I get all my shit and leave. Im driving out on Greentree, realizing I forgot to buy lunchmeat. Eff that. My next stop was Sam's cemetary. So I get there, everythings cool calm and collective. I get out, hang up the cute little stocking I decorated for her, get back in the car, start the car, drive the car for a hot 6 seconds, go to turn the wheel left to take the left branch of the cemetarys little road, and my fuckin wheel wont turn. I panicked and my foot is still on the gas. and HELLO TREE! almost hit a damn tree, I dont know what stopped it from happeneing. So I get out, notice a huge puddle of maroon liquid coming from under my car, only to find out after several phone calls it was low on wheel fluid oil shit because its power-steered. WHO DOES THAT?! luckily some dude also in the cemetary at the time had some wheel oil mess but it didnt do shit anyway because the fan belt came undone. yeah for all those non-mechanics out there, including myself, it basically makes your car run. Without the belt running through the 5 or so caps on track, you have no control of the car. Sure the damn car will start, but it wont steer, wont drive, wont be useful. So a million phone calls later, 6 random people asked me if I was alright, Brittany comes and gets me, the car stays, my dad and the towtruck goes to the wrong cemetary, and Al can't find me. WOO way to listen, dad. Oh yeah and thanks for freaking out at me for all this b/c you know I wanted it to happen. Its after 4:00, I call work and explain the situation, they dont give a shit if youre on your death bed, you better be at work on time. Ok so now I need to find a way to/from work. Im in a state of panic. Brittany is yet again Hero of the Day. Just keep in mind folks: I'm in a damn cemetary. okay now I go home, get dressed for work, no one at home cares about my emotions from this whole car situation so fuck that. I drive Al's car to work, things are fine for the moment, and then I see The Bitch and Im in the worst mood again! I cant stand her. She makes me so angry, Im sick of looking at her snotty ass face, I'd quit just because of her if I didnt need the $ so bad. Long work story short, I didnt smile once between 5 and midnight. Want to hear the best part of tonight? I go to CVS and what do you know, my total comes to $6.66 okay come on now what the hell did I ever do to deserve all the shit I went through today, and the day before, and the whole week, and the whole month, and the whole damn year? I hate this house, things with a certain somebody were going good until latly, I thought I liked work but whats to like if nobody there likes you? You may just think I had a bad day, but its EVERYDAY. OOOOh yeah and my cell phone sucks my balls. I charge it for house until its full batterym I unplug it, and it dies. and when someone calls me, I push talk, it doesnt work at all it completely shuts the connection down. and I receive texts/missed calls/voicemails 3 days after theyre actually sent to me. what the fuck. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH someone please help me. I need help.. yeah thats it..I would say "goodnight", but that would be saying too much.
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