anyone who's been following my blogs lately knows that I have fallen on hard times. Well let me tell you a little story called "my day yesterday."


so during the first dive show performance of the day one of our divers slipped off the board and split his shin wide open. It was about a 5 inch gaping wound and you could see his shin bone....not cool. So as I'm calling for paramedics I set my sidekick down on the MC table and ran to get help. When I came back.....no sidekick. Someone fuckin' stole my phone...my VERY IMPORTANT phone with some phone numbers in it that I do not want getting out. At first I thought that I had just misplaced it, but it's definitely not in my possession anymore. I called it but whomever has it turned it off. I don't want to cancel my service on it because I JUST payed my bill two days ago. I'm so upset with myself, but I wasn't really worrying about my phone at the time.

So, the day goes on and for lunch I tried to open a can of spaghetti-o's and the $10 can opener that I never even wanted to buy but HAD to so that I could eat totally shit the bed. I couldn't even open a fucking can. So I got pissed and threw a fit and started swearing and fuckin' chucked it at the garbage can, and if it wasn't really broken before, it is now.


At the end of the day after searching all of my things and the entire dive show area the entertainment rep for the fair took me over to the police station to file a theft report. When he took me back to the fair office he offered me a beer, but I really didn't feel like drinking at the moment so he gave me 3 to take back to my hotel room.

As I was driving back to the hotel I ran over a sneaker in the middle of the road that the car infront of me fucking threw out the window, and I'm lucky it didn't pop my tire. Finally I made it back to the hotel, now parking around here is MESSED UP so I was going kinda slow trying to find a temporary spot infront of the hotel. All of a sudden I see flashing lights in my rear view mirror. Yup...I got pulled over. The cop came up to my car and of course I have Princeton in the passenger's seat and he is going NUTS trying to attack the cop who's leaning into my window. He asked me if I had been drinking (THANK GOD I DIDN'T HAVE THAT BEER AT THE FAIRGROUNDS!!!!) because I was moving slow. I explained that I was looking for a parking spot and he said 'yeah you don't look like you really drink' (ummm ok....?). He asked for my license and when I handed it to him he goes "oh! You really are from New York huh?" (no dummy, I just like to drive this bird shit covered car around full of my belongings for fun). However, at least he was nice to me and didn't give me a ticket or anything. I told him about my day and thanked him for being the icing on the cake.

I almost had to laugh....in less than a month I've lost: a home, a job, and a phone. I get it California, you like to initiate your rookies.....but seriously can you lay the fuck off of me?




soooo don't plan on texting/emailing me anyone because I will not get your messages. Some fucking douchebag who has nothing better to do than ruin my life right now will be getting them.



seriously...I'm pretty resilient, but this is really getting to be too much