a crappy day
today started out okay, but got progressively worse. first, i was expecting ralph to call last night like he said he would, but he didn't, so i figured maybe he would call today, and he didn't, so i figured maybe he would call tonight, and guess what... he didn't. it's not a huge deal that he didn't call like he said he would, but that's a bit of a pet peeve of my. i could maybe understand if he said he would call me just for the sake of calling me, but he was supposed to call for a specific purpose (he was supposed to let me know whether or not he could come over tonight, he said he probably could, but he had to double check) and it just REEEAAAALLLLLLLLLYYYY irritates me when people don't do what they say they are going to do. so anyway, i'm not calling him again. he will have to call me, because i enough of my life is up in the air right now, i don't need to add to that.
the 2nd irritating thing was finding out how much the part for my car is going to cost. so i am going to sell my soul to richard who is in turn going to sell it to advanced auto parts so i can have a car to get to/from work/school/where ever else i need to go. but it's still cheaper than having to buy a new car, so maybe i should consider myself lucky.
the 3rd (and worst) bad thing that happened is that somehow annabelle got out of her cage. i don't see how, but she must have managed to get through the bars. she's pretty fat, and she has a tumor about the size of her head on her belly, so i don't understand how she fit through an inch wide space. but she did. i looked all over. she's gone. i'm going to bed.
the 2nd irritating thing was finding out how much the part for my car is going to cost. so i am going to sell my soul to richard who is in turn going to sell it to advanced auto parts so i can have a car to get to/from work/school/where ever else i need to go. but it's still cheaper than having to buy a new car, so maybe i should consider myself lucky.
the 3rd (and worst) bad thing that happened is that somehow annabelle got out of her cage. i don't see how, but she must have managed to get through the bars. she's pretty fat, and she has a tumor about the size of her head on her belly, so i don't understand how she fit through an inch wide space. but she did. i looked all over. she's gone. i'm going to bed.