ugh
SO, I know that no one reads this, BUT I have the selfish urge of just letting everyone who actually does what has been going on in my life. So Joe, myself, and Justine went to East Village on Sunday to see the Bitch concert. It was phenomenal and I had a blast mainly because of the coconut rum with orange/banana juice. After the concert was done we went to the Mojo Lounge so we could see their friend Marcus while he was bartending. None of this information is very practical at all. But after the fill of long island iced tea, I went strolling back with Joe to hop in my car and go home to watch Short Bus. Fucking sure enough, my car, Poopie, was out of sight. As in completely fucking gone. I have just been so fucking stressed out lately about school, money, my family, fucking endless amounts of work that just keep piling up. And now I had my car towed for ONE HUNDRED AND TEN FUCKING DOLLARS. I wasn't even mad about it until I got to the towing company and saw the receipt that informed me there would be eight dollars of tax on the all ready outrageous fee to move my car a mile down the road. I don't know if I have been THAT mad in a while. I went outside and almost ripped the chain link off of the fence. Started kicking and screaming and then made eye contact with the police officer that was watching me the entire time. Oh the fuck well.
On top of this my ex boyfriend has been coming to my fucking door asking for his shit back multiple times. The shit that I don't fucking have. He said I owe him twenty dollars. I don't know for what, but my response to you, SIR, is that you owe me a fucking year and a half of my life back. Fuck you, fucking grumpy old man.
I found a room mate. I couldn't even begin to explain the relationship between me and sara. We are perfect siamese twins. I know that isn't PC. fuck you, betch.
On top of this my ex boyfriend has been coming to my fucking door asking for his shit back multiple times. The shit that I don't fucking have. He said I owe him twenty dollars. I don't know for what, but my response to you, SIR, is that you owe me a fucking year and a half of my life back. Fuck you, fucking grumpy old man.
I found a room mate. I couldn't even begin to explain the relationship between me and sara. We are perfect siamese twins. I know that isn't PC. fuck you, betch.