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Is it wrong I don't want to spend the day with my sister on her birthday today?
Honestly, I was looking forward to having this day to myself after the weekend. But then she texted me today telling me she's coming to the Getty and whether I had work today. And I really don't want to go along after I had set my plans and she had NEVER told me what she was doing for her birthday. But she's bringing me mail, and my brother is off at UCI so she has no one but my younger brothers at home. And I'm broke. As in no money broke. As in "I need to use the WaMu credit card to survive for the week". Now THAT is broke.
And the Santa Ana Winds are drying out my nose. Nosebleed season is here for me. I fucking hate it.
Really, I'm just not going to respond to ANYONE after today for the next couple of days. I REALLY want to write. I REALLY want to go do my own thing.
Whatever, at least the Getty is nice-looking and I haven't been there since 1999.
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UPDATE:
She never bothered to notice or check that the Getty is closed on Mondays and holidays. As a result the security guard at the entrance turned us away.
And we couldn't do much else since both of us barely have money at all so we just hung out around Westwood talking about shit and the family. 'Twas okay.
Of course now I must make up for lost free time by DECLINING HUMAN INTERACTION.
Honestly, I was looking forward to having this day to myself after the weekend. But then she texted me today telling me she's coming to the Getty and whether I had work today. And I really don't want to go along after I had set my plans and she had NEVER told me what she was doing for her birthday. But she's bringing me mail, and my brother is off at UCI so she has no one but my younger brothers at home. And I'm broke. As in no money broke. As in "I need to use the WaMu credit card to survive for the week". Now THAT is broke.
And the Santa Ana Winds are drying out my nose. Nosebleed season is here for me. I fucking hate it.
Really, I'm just not going to respond to ANYONE after today for the next couple of days. I REALLY want to write. I REALLY want to go do my own thing.
Whatever, at least the Getty is nice-looking and I haven't been there since 1999.
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UPDATE:
She never bothered to notice or check that the Getty is closed on Mondays and holidays. As a result the security guard at the entrance turned us away.
And we couldn't do much else since both of us barely have money at all so we just hung out around Westwood talking about shit and the family. 'Twas okay.
Of course now I must make up for lost free time by DECLINING HUMAN INTERACTION.