Life is frustrating even if you don't --
I'm looking at my third ticket for speeding in two months. a) I've been good, well, at least I tried; b) I hate cams! and c) my city is choking in traffic jams 24/7, so how's this even possible? So unfair.
I have a ghost of a fruit fly haunting me. Every time I kill it, it comes back. At first I thought there were just several of them, or like, a lot, but that can't be because there's only one of them flying around me every time. Never two, never three. Just one. So either they have some kind of base from where they dispatch exactly one fighter every time the previous one gets shot down -- with communications, and ops, and all -- or it's the same fly that keeps coming back from the dead. I mean, I know I have bad karma, but man, this is humiliating.
I am beginning to hate Starbucks. Because apparently you can sell me anything as long as it comes with coffee, you know? I don't need so many mugs and wi-fi hours. Why does this keep happening to me?
My niece drew me a flower, and I thought it was a hot-dog. I told her I was hungry, but she still looked at me like I sucked. Guess I do then.
I called my best friend's cell, and some woman picked up, and told me not to call this number ever again. Huh. I thought things like that only happened in bad fics. Next time I tried it was out of service.
I'll just go write then. Right?
I have a ghost of a fruit fly haunting me. Every time I kill it, it comes back. At first I thought there were just several of them, or like, a lot, but that can't be because there's only one of them flying around me every time. Never two, never three. Just one. So either they have some kind of base from where they dispatch exactly one fighter every time the previous one gets shot down -- with communications, and ops, and all -- or it's the same fly that keeps coming back from the dead. I mean, I know I have bad karma, but man, this is humiliating.
I am beginning to hate Starbucks. Because apparently you can sell me anything as long as it comes with coffee, you know? I don't need so many mugs and wi-fi hours. Why does this keep happening to me?
My niece drew me a flower, and I thought it was a hot-dog. I told her I was hungry, but she still looked at me like I sucked. Guess I do then.
I called my best friend's cell, and some woman picked up, and told me not to call this number ever again. Huh. I thought things like that only happened in bad fics. Next time I tried it was out of service.
I'll just go write then. Right?