So today, my day off, is one of those days where my "cuntly levels" (as one of my exes used to refer to) are OFF THE CHARTS (for no particular reason mind you). It's like PMS minus the PMS.
Had a nightmare that I am 14, taking care of my siblings and my father died...and I couldn't handle the pressure... Except that already sort of happened...but he died this year (I'm 33). Whatever, it was a disturbing dream, I cried and screamed in my dream...my dogs were all concerned looking when I woke up.
Then I decided to fuck around on Facebook...to bad I don't receive a paycheck for that. People whining, cat pics, baby pics, pro gun control...anti gun control... the usual...fuck that, let me get productive (riiight!).
Afterwards, plan was to clean the house as I have family coming to town this Saturday..damn you PF Chang's Marathon. (I like my cousins...generally...today I like no one...I want to punch myself in the throat.) Well, that plan went to shit as I was not in the mood (btw I'm NEVER EVER in the mood to clean)...so I decided to drive over to the dentist (my father used as he gave him great discount, apparently I am not my father...aka I don't have insurance they can bill for BS...hence no discount for me) and that was time wasted. Call a different office...helpful receptionist...scheduled for mid March...will I even be alive then???
Sent text to my mother to see if she needs me over to write checks for the bills that may have gotten there since I snapped at her last (don't ask...no she's not demented, it's just one of those things that my father took care of and she likes to pass the buck...marvelous)...she replied 3 hours later...indecisive, of course "...call me...I'll call u...if you have time...later...afternoon..evening.."...fantastic, now I am even more annoyed.
Since my evening will go to shit...let me try and reschedule my dinner plans with a friend and make them into lunch plans...he can't...of course not!
Bought a chocolate bar and ate it, in 2 bites...nothing, still a bitch.
I couldn't even shop...I know my mood if foul if I can't find shit to buy at my favorite store-Last Chance (if you live in AZ and you haven't been...you're NOT a shopper period).
And on my drive back home few more things annoyed me....
Radio talking about Lance Armstrong admitting to doping...WHO FUCKING CARES???...I see it as cheating, I don't give a shit that everyone else is doing it and it gives you a competitive edge...you didn't get there on your own merit, so still cheating. On top of that when you got caught...grow a pair and man up...admit it right away, enough of this farce...then again any publicity is good publicity, right?! And to all of those that are "Oh but he did so much for the foundation..." yes and he got paid. Then Nike has the audacity to drop Lance for doping and they keep that piece of sh.. Michael Vick on their payroll...cause he's such a great quarterback (and a role model)...OMG. Enough...NEXT!
Person next to me driving a Fiat. My thoughts..."who the eff are they kidding...how did JLo's ass fit in that car...what kind of lube did they use...Christ that is a tiny vehicle...must be one of those "I am so European in my itsy bitsy car people"...yeah you're gonna be dead too, once a Tahoe runs you over".
At home..mailman came, so I ran out to get my mail...hoping for a miracle of a better mood...SOB!.. CAN THAT MOFO READ???? why do I still keep getting mail (3 years later) for Ms. Maria Hernandez, after I wrote my last name followed by the word only and the smiley face inside of my mailbox. Jesus, no shit people go postal.
I shouldn't be allowed days off...wtf is wrong with me???? I did say I was a beast today...should probably go sleep this off...but it is 3pm...waaaaaa.
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