"I Don't like Tuesdays"
This whole entry is pretty much me moaning. If you don't like it don't read it.
Well today has sucked. i supose nothing mind blowingly terrible happend, but nothing mind blowingly great did either. Victoria (the boss) picked me up at 9 this morning, by the time we got to the first appointment (durring which i just sit in the car) i felt like i was going to throw my guts up. (scuse the crudity, but thats how i felt), we brought emo with us (my dog) for agility after the two appoinments and he would not sit still i was trying to get to victorias diary to phone our first appointment to tell her we were going to be late, we were pretty much there once i'd managed to even dial the number, i was getting so pissed off and i felt so sick. so, stuck in a car for an hour with emo and brandy (Victoria's dog) was not fun. Brandy wouldn't shut up barking and emo still wouldnt fucking sit still. Next appointment, thankully they both calmed down and i got some writing for my book done. Got to the hall for agility, i waited in the car while victoria set up. Then we got both the dogs out. Emo managed to get round the course once. Not cause he couldn't do it. But because Brandy couldn't do it. We spent an hour standing there. emo kept pulling and messing my arm up. i had to get the a-frame down and carry it back where it was suposed to go...with emo. WHAT THE FUCK. i smashed my head in with it (big fuck off wooden thing) emo nearly broke my wrist on three occasions and then i ripped up my ankle on the paws box. Then she decided we'd go to white notley for a walk. i was thisclose to crying my eyes out. she'd gone off ahead and left me. i can't heel emo. i've never heeled emo. he kept pulling me and pulling me and he wouldn't listen, my wrist is still red raw, but she kept telling me to keep the lead round my wrist, then of course i was getting caked in mud. i then fell over IN MY FAVOUITE FUCKING JEANS. i thought ah i can wear them we;re just going to agility. WRONG. then when we got back in the car (after i slipped and nearly broke my neck on a log because emo pulled me) emo covered me in even more mud. We then went back to hers to kill time (till she had to be at mine to go to gym with mum) so she washed brandy and had a wash herself, made me a sandwhich which was nice. sat around for a bit then went back to mine. Nearly actully bloody crashed head on into this other car. Got home and mum brought a new cage for mopp but it was too big to fit where she wanted it so she swapped the cages over and she has my one. I LIKED MY ONE. Don't get me wrong this new ones alright, well it would be if the wheel wasn't wonky. it looks like its fucking broken already and it has this slope thing so the hamsters can get to the top bit with its bed on. ITS TOO FUCKING STEAP, it barely touches the floor, poor smudge keeps sliding back down. i thought ah its okay we can just lower the second level but the fucking plastic cage door is in the way and it won't fit anywhere else in the cage so its fucked.
and i'm fucked off. AHUIERHO WEHGNAIOFP 'SOISJRAOHJGOIAGRFDMHHP
SERIOUSLY.X
Well today has sucked. i supose nothing mind blowingly terrible happend, but nothing mind blowingly great did either. Victoria (the boss) picked me up at 9 this morning, by the time we got to the first appointment (durring which i just sit in the car) i felt like i was going to throw my guts up. (scuse the crudity, but thats how i felt), we brought emo with us (my dog) for agility after the two appoinments and he would not sit still i was trying to get to victorias diary to phone our first appointment to tell her we were going to be late, we were pretty much there once i'd managed to even dial the number, i was getting so pissed off and i felt so sick. so, stuck in a car for an hour with emo and brandy (Victoria's dog) was not fun. Brandy wouldn't shut up barking and emo still wouldnt fucking sit still. Next appointment, thankully they both calmed down and i got some writing for my book done. Got to the hall for agility, i waited in the car while victoria set up. Then we got both the dogs out. Emo managed to get round the course once. Not cause he couldn't do it. But because Brandy couldn't do it. We spent an hour standing there. emo kept pulling and messing my arm up. i had to get the a-frame down and carry it back where it was suposed to go...with emo. WHAT THE FUCK. i smashed my head in with it (big fuck off wooden thing) emo nearly broke my wrist on three occasions and then i ripped up my ankle on the paws box. Then she decided we'd go to white notley for a walk. i was thisclose to crying my eyes out. she'd gone off ahead and left me. i can't heel emo. i've never heeled emo. he kept pulling me and pulling me and he wouldn't listen, my wrist is still red raw, but she kept telling me to keep the lead round my wrist, then of course i was getting caked in mud. i then fell over IN MY FAVOUITE FUCKING JEANS. i thought ah i can wear them we;re just going to agility. WRONG. then when we got back in the car (after i slipped and nearly broke my neck on a log because emo pulled me) emo covered me in even more mud. We then went back to hers to kill time (till she had to be at mine to go to gym with mum) so she washed brandy and had a wash herself, made me a sandwhich which was nice. sat around for a bit then went back to mine. Nearly actully bloody crashed head on into this other car. Got home and mum brought a new cage for mopp but it was too big to fit where she wanted it so she swapped the cages over and she has my one. I LIKED MY ONE. Don't get me wrong this new ones alright, well it would be if the wheel wasn't wonky. it looks like its fucking broken already and it has this slope thing so the hamsters can get to the top bit with its bed on. ITS TOO FUCKING STEAP, it barely touches the floor, poor smudge keeps sliding back down. i thought ah its okay we can just lower the second level but the fucking plastic cage door is in the way and it won't fit anywhere else in the cage so its fucked.
and i'm fucked off. AHUIERHO WEHGNAIOFP 'SOISJRAOHJGOIAGRFDMHHP
SERIOUSLY.X