"I thought you said this was pudding!"
It's about 6:15 AM, and my cell phone is ringing. Nobody ever calls me that early. I let it ring and go to voicemail. 5 minutes later, it rings again. Irritated, I roll over in bed facing away from it. It rings AGAIN. Finally I pick it up and check caller ID. It's Nick, and he has to leave for Maryland a day early. So at 7:00 in the freaking morning, Nick and Carl show up at my house and we stand outside and talk. Despite the fact that it's drizzling and 64 degrees, I'm out there in my pajamas, which consist of nothing more than a red spaghetti-strap top and tiny little short shorts. Nick and Carl both kept taking pictures of me with their cameras. THANKS GUYS
So I go back inside and get dressed for my interview. I eat a quick bowl of cereal, get in the car, and drive to this place in uptown Joliet. As soon as I get there, the receptionist says:
"Oh, you're Tiffany?"
"That's right. I'm here for the 9:30 interview with Rhonda."
"Oh dear... she tried to call you earlier but your house phone went to the answering machine. She wanted to tell you that she's out sick, and that the interview has been rescheduled for 9:30 am Wednesday."
I GOT DRESSED ALL FANCY AND PUT MAKEUP ON AND DROVE OUT THERE FOR NOTHING T___T Apparently, I missed the call when I was out on the front porch talking to Nick and Carl.
So I just decided to get some errands overwith, including a run to the grocery store to get bottled water and sugar.
At least I look really cute. <3
fffffuuuuuuuuckkkkk I'm bleeding like the victim of a Mortal Kombat fatality. I'm almost positive that I'm anemic, since I feel -really- tired and shit. I think I'm just going to bum around for the rest of the day.
I also had a dream this morning (during the only four hours that I GOT sleep) about Steven and Harley doing the nasty. I still can't unsee it and it's freaking me out.
P.S. TIGER, PLEASE STOP SHITTING ON THE CARPETING.
So I go back inside and get dressed for my interview. I eat a quick bowl of cereal, get in the car, and drive to this place in uptown Joliet. As soon as I get there, the receptionist says:
"Oh, you're Tiffany?"
"That's right. I'm here for the 9:30 interview with Rhonda."
"Oh dear... she tried to call you earlier but your house phone went to the answering machine. She wanted to tell you that she's out sick, and that the interview has been rescheduled for 9:30 am Wednesday."
I GOT DRESSED ALL FANCY AND PUT MAKEUP ON AND DROVE OUT THERE FOR NOTHING T___T Apparently, I missed the call when I was out on the front porch talking to Nick and Carl.
So I just decided to get some errands overwith, including a run to the grocery store to get bottled water and sugar.
At least I look really cute. <3
fffffuuuuuuuuckkkkk I'm bleeding like the victim of a Mortal Kombat fatality. I'm almost positive that I'm anemic, since I feel -really- tired and shit. I think I'm just going to bum around for the rest of the day.
I also had a dream this morning (during the only four hours that I GOT sleep) about Steven and Harley doing the nasty. I still can't unsee it and it's freaking me out.
P.S. TIGER, PLEASE STOP SHITTING ON THE CARPETING.