Okay...so my mom is watching the superbowl. I hate sports, so i dont really care about it. I had to work today and it was the longest day of my life!!! We were so dead! Nobody wanted to come in and buy makeup on superbowl sunday...
I am a bit concerned about Tuesday morning though...Me and Marilyn are supposed to leave for Indy Tuesday morning @ 7am with some people from Mall St. Matthews for our Clinique thingie, but i havent heard ANYTHING from Marilyn in the past 3 or so days. In fact the only way i even knew that our plans changed was because i asked. We were originally supposed to leave for Indy on Monday evening. We were supposed to stay overnight the 6th, 7th, and 8th, and our classes are on the 7th,8th, and 9th. We were originally supposed to ride together on the 6th. But of course, she doesnt want to drive her 2001 Mercedes...give me a fucking break! Then she had the nerve to ask me if i would drive. I said to her "My car is 11 years old with a history of dying and getting flat tires. Im sure you dont want us to be stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter...." She never even writes her work schedule down, so noone knows when she works. So tomorrow im going to call work and see if shes worrking. If she is, i am goingt o confirm that she hasnt gotten a wild hair up her ass and changed plans again. If she isnt at work, then im going to call Heather and Jenny and tell them about what is going on....I need to compress, so im gonna go..
I am a bit concerned about Tuesday morning though...Me and Marilyn are supposed to leave for Indy Tuesday morning @ 7am with some people from Mall St. Matthews for our Clinique thingie, but i havent heard ANYTHING from Marilyn in the past 3 or so days. In fact the only way i even knew that our plans changed was because i asked. We were originally supposed to leave for Indy on Monday evening. We were supposed to stay overnight the 6th, 7th, and 8th, and our classes are on the 7th,8th, and 9th. We were originally supposed to ride together on the 6th. But of course, she doesnt want to drive her 2001 Mercedes...give me a fucking break! Then she had the nerve to ask me if i would drive. I said to her "My car is 11 years old with a history of dying and getting flat tires. Im sure you dont want us to be stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter...." She never even writes her work schedule down, so noone knows when she works. So tomorrow im going to call work and see if shes worrking. If she is, i am goingt o confirm that she hasnt gotten a wild hair up her ass and changed plans again. If she isnt at work, then im going to call Heather and Jenny and tell them about what is going on....I need to compress, so im gonna go..
pirateprince:
My car died on me yesterday. I ate sushi and thai noodles, which reinvigorated my spirit. I suspect some fucked up oil change i got in New York from a buncha first rate greaseballs. I did watch the half time show cuz the f'in Stones played, come on now, you know you'd still eat some Mick jagger!