I officially cancled my friendster account today....fuck it.
I don't know why I was keeping it anyway.......
MYSPACE IS THE SHIIIIZZITTT!
Sike.
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Today has sucked on so many levels.
A. My headache from yesterday has proliferated into today (thanks to my mom), and no amount of advil will get rid of it....I've tried.
B. I've been stuck inside at Taboo all damn day. Not that I'm complaining about being out of the heat...I'm just a little stir crazy...wish I was at home napping, or cleaning, or making out with my cat.
C. Two fucking old farts knocked over the sticker display today. That's two separate instances of having to pick every fucking sticker back up and re-organizing the display. And since they were old, of course they can't actually *bend over and help* because they might have a hernia.
D. I was running late this morning and didn't have time to stop and deposit my much needed paycheck into the bank.
E. Some weird, middle-aged, average dude asked me out over the phone. He bought a DVD, asked how my day was, I said shitty, he asked why, I told him about my headache, he offered advil, I said no I've had plenty, he said sorry & hope I feel better, he leaves. He calls back 5 minutes later to ask me out for a beer, but not tonight b/c I have a headache, and not till next week because he's going out of town, so if it was cool he'd stop in next week and ask again. I told him my boyfriend would kick his ass.
F. The fucking clinic that I'm getting my kitty's shots at won't call me back so I can make a damn appointment. I WANT MY KITTY NOW BITCHES!!!!
and most of all...
E. My mom is fucking crazy. She's seriously, menopausally, crazy. Someone needs to put her out of her menopausal misery. We've been arguing for 4 days now. Over what you ask? My 2002 taxes. Why? Because they fucked up when they filed them, and now the fucking State of Virginia is coming after my ass to claim their extra $82. So when I call to tell my mom about this & to look up my taxes (because I was still in college, and they were still claiming me as a dependent), she says OK, and them promptly goes into her whole "You never call, You never visit, why don't you get a 'real' job" schpeal. We continue to argue every day b/c she can't find my taxes and tells me that it's now my responsibility to go down there and see what's fucked up, and pay if it is EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE THE ONES THAT FUCKED IT UP. She doesn't get this. At all. So we argue and argue and argue, and always at fucking 9 in the morning. So now she wants us (me, her, & my dad) to sit down on Sunday and fix what ever problem is going on between her and I (while my dad 'moderates').
Well you know what mom...you're the problem. You don't want to understand me, you don't want to let me live my fucking life, you don't even want to hear about it because every time I try I get flack from you. So that's why I don't fucking call, that's why I don't fucking visit. What needs to be 'fixed' is your fucking uterus. Fucking rip that shit out and make your hormones stop turning you into fucking medusa because it's GIVING ME A HEADACHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that is all. I'm going to go watch the rain.
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Edited to add...
I just bought this:
I don't know why I was keeping it anyway.......
MYSPACE IS THE SHIIIIZZITTT!
Sike.
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Today has sucked on so many levels.
A. My headache from yesterday has proliferated into today (thanks to my mom), and no amount of advil will get rid of it....I've tried.
B. I've been stuck inside at Taboo all damn day. Not that I'm complaining about being out of the heat...I'm just a little stir crazy...wish I was at home napping, or cleaning, or making out with my cat.
C. Two fucking old farts knocked over the sticker display today. That's two separate instances of having to pick every fucking sticker back up and re-organizing the display. And since they were old, of course they can't actually *bend over and help* because they might have a hernia.
D. I was running late this morning and didn't have time to stop and deposit my much needed paycheck into the bank.
E. Some weird, middle-aged, average dude asked me out over the phone. He bought a DVD, asked how my day was, I said shitty, he asked why, I told him about my headache, he offered advil, I said no I've had plenty, he said sorry & hope I feel better, he leaves. He calls back 5 minutes later to ask me out for a beer, but not tonight b/c I have a headache, and not till next week because he's going out of town, so if it was cool he'd stop in next week and ask again. I told him my boyfriend would kick his ass.
F. The fucking clinic that I'm getting my kitty's shots at won't call me back so I can make a damn appointment. I WANT MY KITTY NOW BITCHES!!!!
and most of all...
E. My mom is fucking crazy. She's seriously, menopausally, crazy. Someone needs to put her out of her menopausal misery. We've been arguing for 4 days now. Over what you ask? My 2002 taxes. Why? Because they fucked up when they filed them, and now the fucking State of Virginia is coming after my ass to claim their extra $82. So when I call to tell my mom about this & to look up my taxes (because I was still in college, and they were still claiming me as a dependent), she says OK, and them promptly goes into her whole "You never call, You never visit, why don't you get a 'real' job" schpeal. We continue to argue every day b/c she can't find my taxes and tells me that it's now my responsibility to go down there and see what's fucked up, and pay if it is EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE THE ONES THAT FUCKED IT UP. She doesn't get this. At all. So we argue and argue and argue, and always at fucking 9 in the morning. So now she wants us (me, her, & my dad) to sit down on Sunday and fix what ever problem is going on between her and I (while my dad 'moderates').
Well you know what mom...you're the problem. You don't want to understand me, you don't want to let me live my fucking life, you don't even want to hear about it because every time I try I get flack from you. So that's why I don't fucking call, that's why I don't fucking visit. What needs to be 'fixed' is your fucking uterus. Fucking rip that shit out and make your hormones stop turning you into fucking medusa because it's GIVING ME A HEADACHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that is all. I'm going to go watch the rain.
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Edited to add...
I just bought this:
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antimony:
eww, naughty dreams are gross! 
nocontrol:
friendster is teh gay. i don't have a my space account and not planning on getting one. I'm online too much as it is!