***Warning: Copious Bitching following.***
This morning I:
- Turned my alarm off and got up twenty minutes late
- Couldn't find any of the four pairs of tweezers I have coz
my boi put them god knows where
- Couldn't find half of my clothes, including the swimsuit top I
wanted to wear later, because they got mixed up with my family's never to be seen again (I have five little bros and one sis living at home where we're staying. There are at least ten baskets of clothes sitting in the living room at all times)
- Couldn't find anything acceptable to wear because I couldn't find any of my clean clothes, and the rest I've already worn this week or I've lost weight and are falling off and waiting for my mom to miraculously have time to alter them. I hate what I'm wearing. I hate that! It's a girl thing.
- Didn't have time to get water. BOO. I now have to run to the break room every twenty minutes to refill my tinyass styrofoam cup with crappy tap water or get all dehydrated like I usually do coz I'm too busy to leave my desk.
- Didn't eat, didn't bring anything for breakfast, and my blood sugar is low. GRR.
- Talked with the boi about money, found out he has a bunch of car shit he's planning on buying, some he already ordered, and he owes his dad $200 I didn't know about.
This means we can't go to Mexico this weekend, I can't get my eyebrows waxed (DAMN they are scary), can't get my toes done, basically can't do anything fun I had planned, AND he's gonna have to borrow money from his dad AGAIn just to live on and make rent. So much for freakin communication!
- Told my boi to get off the freeway as soon as I saw breaklights and go the back way. He wouldn't and we sat in traffic for twenty extra minutes and I was late to work.
- First time in a while I actually WANTED to smoke pot before work today, and I didn't have time. BOO.
- Oh, AND my boi has been smokin through ALL of the pot--not that I can complain that much coz he paid for me to smoke all those months, but still, he's complaining about how much 'we' smoke, and when I tell him wait a minute buster, I only smoke maybe two bowls a day, he gets pissed at me for trying to regulate! I go to smoke one stinking bowl at the end of the day and there are only sticks and dust coz he can't figure out how to break a bowl off, he has to crumble the whole fucking nug. How long has he been smoking again? Geez.
- AND my first client of the day was the first to YELL at me, and his reasons for bitching are completely retarded.
- AND I'm supremely creeped out because my ex friend, the one who called me a lying slut and said I was trying to steal her man for months, is posting pics of us together on her myspace page like we're still friends and sending me messages saying she has no hard feelings and we should be friends again. WTF??? I feel like I have my own stalker! How DARE she say she has no hard feelings?? She better not, she was being psycho all along! HELL NO I don't ever wanna talk to that crazy bizzo ever again! And people are looking at her stupid page and thinking I love her! OOOH it makes me sooo mad!
-AND I'm worried about my plants. I had around fifty of them at the place we were staying, I got them as wee ones and repotted them and nursed them into heath, and my evil ex roommate (who by the way is hosting weeklong crack smoking binges at that house and letting people TRASH the place, and the guy who owns it doesn't care--he's calling us leaving NASTY messages about how we better go pay the electric bill so Stacey (eveil cunt) can have electricity!)..doesn't do ANYTHING with the plants, not to mention they smoke cigs in the house now that I'm gone and NEVER open it up and the air is gross and stagnant and I can just feel my babies choking in there--but I'm scared to go rescue them coz I don't EVER wanna see that bitch again--I had a premonition dream that she went too far and I beat the everliving SHIT outta her and I know if she does one thing or says one word I will GO OFF and regret it later. (ESPECIALLY since she always kisses my boi's ass, and he lets her, and he's nice to her, even smoking her out, to the point where I straight up asked him if they were fucking because that was the only reason I could think of for them to be interacting that way while she and I are conflicting so HARDCORE)
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Now universe, to make up for the crapfest this morning, this weekend,
I want:
- some water (actually that's a right now request)
- some fruit (so is that)
- a manicure and pedicure and eyebrow and pussy wax
- to get a TON of work outta the way today
- to get nice clients all day now
- to make time this weekend to do things for myself
- to work out the next four days straight
- to find a perfect swimsuit to rock at the beach
- to have a postitively LOVELY time at the beach
- to NOT fight about money, not even once--actually no fighting at all would rock
- to go out at least once and actually have fun, preferably in Mexico, oh and the work wing cookoff Sunday sounds super fun too
- to meet some hotties and have fun
- to get my damn packages from Amazon that are a week past due---my plp needs her birfday presents too, where are those?
- to find some money to splurge on some decent work clothes
- to find all my missing clothes at my parents'
- to get all of my mending and tailoring done
- to find the right artists to do all of the different tattoos I have in mind but not on paper
- to find some money and a hookup on some mushies and go on a fabulous journey or four or five
- to ACTUALLY speak to my plp I have been trying to get around to calling for two fucking weeks now. I guess I need a phone don't I. Boo I thought I could get by without one.
- to go rescue my planties and for NO ONE to be at that house when I go and for some of my babies to still be alive (please?)
- for my ex friends to LEAVE ME ALONE and stop commenting, stop messaging, stop THINKING about me (oh, and stop posting pics of us together! gross!). I've moved on
happily. Please do the same!
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Okay, that's a start, now get on it! (PLEASE?)
This morning I:
- Turned my alarm off and got up twenty minutes late
- Couldn't find any of the four pairs of tweezers I have coz
my boi put them god knows where
- Couldn't find half of my clothes, including the swimsuit top I
wanted to wear later, because they got mixed up with my family's never to be seen again (I have five little bros and one sis living at home where we're staying. There are at least ten baskets of clothes sitting in the living room at all times)
- Couldn't find anything acceptable to wear because I couldn't find any of my clean clothes, and the rest I've already worn this week or I've lost weight and are falling off and waiting for my mom to miraculously have time to alter them. I hate what I'm wearing. I hate that! It's a girl thing.
- Didn't have time to get water. BOO. I now have to run to the break room every twenty minutes to refill my tinyass styrofoam cup with crappy tap water or get all dehydrated like I usually do coz I'm too busy to leave my desk.
- Didn't eat, didn't bring anything for breakfast, and my blood sugar is low. GRR.
- Talked with the boi about money, found out he has a bunch of car shit he's planning on buying, some he already ordered, and he owes his dad $200 I didn't know about.
This means we can't go to Mexico this weekend, I can't get my eyebrows waxed (DAMN they are scary), can't get my toes done, basically can't do anything fun I had planned, AND he's gonna have to borrow money from his dad AGAIn just to live on and make rent. So much for freakin communication!
- Told my boi to get off the freeway as soon as I saw breaklights and go the back way. He wouldn't and we sat in traffic for twenty extra minutes and I was late to work.
- First time in a while I actually WANTED to smoke pot before work today, and I didn't have time. BOO.
- Oh, AND my boi has been smokin through ALL of the pot--not that I can complain that much coz he paid for me to smoke all those months, but still, he's complaining about how much 'we' smoke, and when I tell him wait a minute buster, I only smoke maybe two bowls a day, he gets pissed at me for trying to regulate! I go to smoke one stinking bowl at the end of the day and there are only sticks and dust coz he can't figure out how to break a bowl off, he has to crumble the whole fucking nug. How long has he been smoking again? Geez.
- AND my first client of the day was the first to YELL at me, and his reasons for bitching are completely retarded.
- AND I'm supremely creeped out because my ex friend, the one who called me a lying slut and said I was trying to steal her man for months, is posting pics of us together on her myspace page like we're still friends and sending me messages saying she has no hard feelings and we should be friends again. WTF??? I feel like I have my own stalker! How DARE she say she has no hard feelings?? She better not, she was being psycho all along! HELL NO I don't ever wanna talk to that crazy bizzo ever again! And people are looking at her stupid page and thinking I love her! OOOH it makes me sooo mad!
-AND I'm worried about my plants. I had around fifty of them at the place we were staying, I got them as wee ones and repotted them and nursed them into heath, and my evil ex roommate (who by the way is hosting weeklong crack smoking binges at that house and letting people TRASH the place, and the guy who owns it doesn't care--he's calling us leaving NASTY messages about how we better go pay the electric bill so Stacey (eveil cunt) can have electricity!)..doesn't do ANYTHING with the plants, not to mention they smoke cigs in the house now that I'm gone and NEVER open it up and the air is gross and stagnant and I can just feel my babies choking in there--but I'm scared to go rescue them coz I don't EVER wanna see that bitch again--I had a premonition dream that she went too far and I beat the everliving SHIT outta her and I know if she does one thing or says one word I will GO OFF and regret it later. (ESPECIALLY since she always kisses my boi's ass, and he lets her, and he's nice to her, even smoking her out, to the point where I straight up asked him if they were fucking because that was the only reason I could think of for them to be interacting that way while she and I are conflicting so HARDCORE)
***************************************************
Now universe, to make up for the crapfest this morning, this weekend,
I want:
- some water (actually that's a right now request)
- some fruit (so is that)
- a manicure and pedicure and eyebrow and pussy wax
- to get a TON of work outta the way today
- to get nice clients all day now
- to make time this weekend to do things for myself
- to work out the next four days straight
- to find a perfect swimsuit to rock at the beach
- to have a postitively LOVELY time at the beach
- to NOT fight about money, not even once--actually no fighting at all would rock
- to go out at least once and actually have fun, preferably in Mexico, oh and the work wing cookoff Sunday sounds super fun too
- to meet some hotties and have fun
- to get my damn packages from Amazon that are a week past due---my plp needs her birfday presents too, where are those?
- to find some money to splurge on some decent work clothes
- to find all my missing clothes at my parents'
- to get all of my mending and tailoring done
- to find the right artists to do all of the different tattoos I have in mind but not on paper
- to find some money and a hookup on some mushies and go on a fabulous journey or four or five
- to ACTUALLY speak to my plp I have been trying to get around to calling for two fucking weeks now. I guess I need a phone don't I. Boo I thought I could get by without one.
- to go rescue my planties and for NO ONE to be at that house when I go and for some of my babies to still be alive (please?)
- for my ex friends to LEAVE ME ALONE and stop commenting, stop messaging, stop THINKING about me (oh, and stop posting pics of us together! gross!). I've moved on
happily. Please do the same!
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Okay, that's a start, now get on it! (PLEASE?)