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What a great fucking start this year is off to.
I've been craving a strawberry milkshake from Arby's for a few months now, but keep not getting one because, well, I'm bad at things. So I go to get one today, get the year off to a sweet start (haha, get it? sweet start? get it? i'm very funny). I find it on the menu and choose my size, but when I order it, the girl tells me "We don't have strawberry milkshakes." What? But it's right there on the menu. I'm looking at it. "You don't have strawberry milkshakes?" I'm reading it plain as day! It's right there! Chocolate, vanilla, jamocha, strawberry. STRAWBERRY! "We don't have strawberry milkshakes." Oh that is some shit right there. "Fine. Just an order of cheesesticks then." I was afraid to question it because the girl who took my order was terrifying and I was sure she'd strangle me. Also I'm a wimp. Fuck. And my cheesesticks weren't that good. Too salty. I hate salt.
My other story will pale in comparison, but it kinda sucks too.
I get home and ask my dad how his night was, and he says it was shitty since he was up since two because my brother was in the hospital. Oh fuck. I don't know who necessarily knows what's going on with my brother right now, and I'm not getting into it on the internet, but basically, this scared the fuck out of me. I started to panic, but my dad quickly put me at ease, telling me that my brother was dancing at some party and slipped on some ice, splitting his head open. Yeah, I know, that shouldn't necessarily be good news to me, but considering what it might have been, I was relieved. He came home at around 2 this afternoon, his friend holding him up because he could barely walk. He has stitches on his chin and has been bleeding from inside his ear. I think he fucked something up in his inner ear, he has trouble walking, has blurred vision, is very dizzy, and has been puking all day. He doesn't rememeber anything from earlier last night. The hospital were jerks, they wouldn't even let his girlfriend stay there, and they wouldn't tell anyone anything. They said my brother was a terrible patient, but that's how he gets when he's confused or when people are all up on him. He said the nurse was a total asshole, swearing at him and telling him to shut up. He had no idea what was going on, he'd been unconcsious for at least an hour and didn't remember anything when he woke up at the hospital, it's expected that he'd be scared and out of sorts. They released him at 5:30 this morning and Tara picked him up. They didn't tell her anything, just complained that he was a bad patient. So we're assuming he has a concussion, no one really knows what to do about it, we don't know if we can give him anything, if he should sleep or stay awake, anything. I think he's going to the doctor tomorrow, and Tara's been taking care of him all day, so hopefully he'll be alright. He really doesn't need this shit right now.
I've been craving a strawberry milkshake from Arby's for a few months now, but keep not getting one because, well, I'm bad at things. So I go to get one today, get the year off to a sweet start (haha, get it? sweet start? get it? i'm very funny). I find it on the menu and choose my size, but when I order it, the girl tells me "We don't have strawberry milkshakes." What? But it's right there on the menu. I'm looking at it. "You don't have strawberry milkshakes?" I'm reading it plain as day! It's right there! Chocolate, vanilla, jamocha, strawberry. STRAWBERRY! "We don't have strawberry milkshakes." Oh that is some shit right there. "Fine. Just an order of cheesesticks then." I was afraid to question it because the girl who took my order was terrifying and I was sure she'd strangle me. Also I'm a wimp. Fuck. And my cheesesticks weren't that good. Too salty. I hate salt.
My other story will pale in comparison, but it kinda sucks too.
I get home and ask my dad how his night was, and he says it was shitty since he was up since two because my brother was in the hospital. Oh fuck. I don't know who necessarily knows what's going on with my brother right now, and I'm not getting into it on the internet, but basically, this scared the fuck out of me. I started to panic, but my dad quickly put me at ease, telling me that my brother was dancing at some party and slipped on some ice, splitting his head open. Yeah, I know, that shouldn't necessarily be good news to me, but considering what it might have been, I was relieved. He came home at around 2 this afternoon, his friend holding him up because he could barely walk. He has stitches on his chin and has been bleeding from inside his ear. I think he fucked something up in his inner ear, he has trouble walking, has blurred vision, is very dizzy, and has been puking all day. He doesn't rememeber anything from earlier last night. The hospital were jerks, they wouldn't even let his girlfriend stay there, and they wouldn't tell anyone anything. They said my brother was a terrible patient, but that's how he gets when he's confused or when people are all up on him. He said the nurse was a total asshole, swearing at him and telling him to shut up. He had no idea what was going on, he'd been unconcsious for at least an hour and didn't remember anything when he woke up at the hospital, it's expected that he'd be scared and out of sorts. They released him at 5:30 this morning and Tara picked him up. They didn't tell her anything, just complained that he was a bad patient. So we're assuming he has a concussion, no one really knows what to do about it, we don't know if we can give him anything, if he should sleep or stay awake, anything. I think he's going to the doctor tomorrow, and Tara's been taking care of him all day, so hopefully he'll be alright. He really doesn't need this shit right now.