to top it all off, the basket fell
i pretty much want today to go away
far away
and take yesterday with it
maybe wicked will make me feel better
i haven't finished the book, and i'm not going to. i'll finish the chapter i was reading last night. but i feel like shit, so i just don't want to read. whatever. i'll read it this week. and i'll get over it.
we're driving to the mall of america and taking the light rail train to minneapolis. i've never been on the train. neither has mom. should be a quality time. we're meeting some people at church to venture downtown together.
i did my nails last night, like 14 hours ago, and they're still not totally dry. that's how damn humid it is. sick. just sick.
i got another call from u.s. bank today. at least this time she was considerate enough to wait until the afternoon to call me. (today i was awakened by a slightly more pleasant phone call.) but this time she called me to tell me that my address verification (which is exactly what i told her i would send her...) was insufficient. i have to actually go to a branch in order to open an account. i guess i'll take a trip to eden prairie tomorrow to do that. i have to go take a dress back to von maur anyway.
that call didn't make me feel better. hell, it just made me pissier. i love that after the morning wake-up call last week, i wasn't even able to open the account. what the hell. and then when i was drying my hair, the basket that holds the hair dryer, combs, brushes, etc, fell off the wall. the hook broke. dammit.
by the way, i pretty much hate it here.
not that anyone cares.
i don't know if the caffeine is just doing it's trick, or if this is really an amazing episode of the fairly odd-parents. timmy has a magical remote control and he's traveling through time and television, visiting pretty much every big cartoon ever. and, of course, there's all kinds of other horrible references as well. it's amazing. it actually made me smile. that's pretty damn good.
i suppose i should go dress myself. try to look pretty or something. mommy should be home soon.
far away
and take yesterday with it
maybe wicked will make me feel better
i haven't finished the book, and i'm not going to. i'll finish the chapter i was reading last night. but i feel like shit, so i just don't want to read. whatever. i'll read it this week. and i'll get over it.
we're driving to the mall of america and taking the light rail train to minneapolis. i've never been on the train. neither has mom. should be a quality time. we're meeting some people at church to venture downtown together.
i did my nails last night, like 14 hours ago, and they're still not totally dry. that's how damn humid it is. sick. just sick.
i got another call from u.s. bank today. at least this time she was considerate enough to wait until the afternoon to call me. (today i was awakened by a slightly more pleasant phone call.) but this time she called me to tell me that my address verification (which is exactly what i told her i would send her...) was insufficient. i have to actually go to a branch in order to open an account. i guess i'll take a trip to eden prairie tomorrow to do that. i have to go take a dress back to von maur anyway.
that call didn't make me feel better. hell, it just made me pissier. i love that after the morning wake-up call last week, i wasn't even able to open the account. what the hell. and then when i was drying my hair, the basket that holds the hair dryer, combs, brushes, etc, fell off the wall. the hook broke. dammit.
by the way, i pretty much hate it here.
not that anyone cares.
i don't know if the caffeine is just doing it's trick, or if this is really an amazing episode of the fairly odd-parents. timmy has a magical remote control and he's traveling through time and television, visiting pretty much every big cartoon ever. and, of course, there's all kinds of other horrible references as well. it's amazing. it actually made me smile. that's pretty damn good.
i suppose i should go dress myself. try to look pretty or something. mommy should be home soon.