One fucking bad day.
That sums it up.
"Why Kelly, my oh-so emo lad, whatever has gotten you so riled up?
Someone hit and ran my car, for one.
Yeah. Hit and run. My car. There's a dent in my driver's side passenger door about the size of a football. It goes in about an inch or so.
The door works fine as far as I can tell, but the window is something I didn't check yet. I had a nice conversation with the Saanich police who assured me that they'd cruise my street looking for who did it. I'm pretty sure it was the jeep across the street, but you can't be sure because of the rubber on her bumper which wouldn't have picked up any of my paint. Mother fuckers.
I wouldn't even care about the running part if they came up to me and owned up to it. I just want my fucking door fixed.
I almost lost it today on the way home from work. This really messed my day up and as such I couldn't concentrate at all during my training shift, which furthered my feeling like a douche. Imogen Heap came on during the drive home and when I heard the words "all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw-aways" I started shaking. I'm incredibly self conscious right now and this additional stress with everything else I've been dealing with about pushed me over the edge. I have about four shirts I can wear these days thanks to bleach and food damage from work. I just don't have the money to buy new ones. Not if I want to keep sane this summer by going to AE. Hell, I couldn't really afford any good clothes if I didn't go. I need to relax.
I need some time off work. I need to get the house clean again; I need to write; I need to work on the Kei-kon website; I need to prepare for Mage; I need to watch anime; I need to spend some time with myself.
This has been a horrible summer, and I can't wait to say goodbye. If one thing can be said it's this: Thank God this summer can only happen to me once.
Oh, and the song on my winamp is just a happy coincidence.
"Why Kelly, my oh-so emo lad, whatever has gotten you so riled up?
Someone hit and ran my car, for one.
Yeah. Hit and run. My car. There's a dent in my driver's side passenger door about the size of a football. It goes in about an inch or so.
The door works fine as far as I can tell, but the window is something I didn't check yet. I had a nice conversation with the Saanich police who assured me that they'd cruise my street looking for who did it. I'm pretty sure it was the jeep across the street, but you can't be sure because of the rubber on her bumper which wouldn't have picked up any of my paint. Mother fuckers.
I wouldn't even care about the running part if they came up to me and owned up to it. I just want my fucking door fixed.
I almost lost it today on the way home from work. This really messed my day up and as such I couldn't concentrate at all during my training shift, which furthered my feeling like a douche. Imogen Heap came on during the drive home and when I heard the words "all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw-aways" I started shaking. I'm incredibly self conscious right now and this additional stress with everything else I've been dealing with about pushed me over the edge. I have about four shirts I can wear these days thanks to bleach and food damage from work. I just don't have the money to buy new ones. Not if I want to keep sane this summer by going to AE. Hell, I couldn't really afford any good clothes if I didn't go. I need to relax.
I need some time off work. I need to get the house clean again; I need to write; I need to work on the Kei-kon website; I need to prepare for Mage; I need to watch anime; I need to spend some time with myself.
This has been a horrible summer, and I can't wait to say goodbye. If one thing can be said it's this: Thank God this summer can only happen to me once.
Oh, and the song on my winamp is just a happy coincidence.