What the hell am I to do?
My life has grown to be very complicated. I have not updated in a while. I first want to say that I love Christmas and this year was no disappointment. I spent Daniels birthday with him at the Jags game on Christmas Eve. Got very intoxicated and emotional afterwards but had a good time. Realized that alcohol almost always makes me want to make out with someone...succeeded... My family is pretty much awesome, especially my psyduo one. So Christmas was great until the night time falls. I feel the need to go out to my Dads in the boondocks and I truck it out to McClenney. All is well, but on the way back say around 9:30 I hit a deer. I kill the deer and he kills my truck. Insurance is a bitch and although I have full coverage clearly FL is retarded and full coverage doesnt really mean full coverage because rental is not included. Which, leaves me stranded since a 20 year old cannot rent a car. GREAT! So I fight with the padre until I am finally granted the ability to use his extra vehicle which is a HUGE POS but none the less gets me where I need to go. At this instant I had been working 10 shifts per week at the Yacht Club. Budget calls for hours to be cut to meet deadlines for the end of the year and I now have 5 shifts for this week. I have to come up with the thousand dollar deductable. Ha Funny. If they total my truck I get a new one no big deal. If they do not, I am stuck with a month or longer of repairs. Awesome. That part of the story seemed pretty bad.
Part 2- after all the frustration and the stress I decide I should take advantage of the shifts I get off and catch up with some friends. We go to a lil party, have a few beers, more to the story but to get to the part that even further complicates my life, while there my bag and phone get stolen out of the POS that I was driving. The bag is my Victoria Secrets tote with all my work clothes and stuff, my make-up, purfume, pearls, hair straightener, express pants, pictures of my babies, and my $400 yacht club check. Good times...not so much. So I get into a huge fight with the friend before I realize this has happened. Then realize what has been done. Call anyone I can think of to retrieve the things, offer reward money, have everyone searching and nothing. I then must round up acceptable clothing for work and realize that in our time watching entertainment on TV at the friends house someone lost their gum in my hair!!!! Are you fucking serious, big glob of gum in my hair, very close to my scalp. Spent the time before work using peanut butter and ripping hair out of my head. RJ, kinda like my lil godson who is in the 3rd grade tells me man Christy you had a bad day, your bad got stolen, your phone, your $400 check and you got gum in yur hair, all this after you wrecked your truck into a deer. What do you say to that? Yep lil guy put it into perspective for me. LIfe is out to get me. I don't understand really, I don't steal from people why does my shit always get ganked? My life is a wreck, I am lost and out of control. I usually try to see the positive side of things, but I am having difficulty right now trying to figure out why life is out to get me?!? My boss make a valid point though when I made this comment, he says you could be pregnant. And he is right that would make things alot worse! :) They say that half of your life is determined to be much more difficult then the other. Mine damn sure better be the first half because it has been a bitch so far. I better be very damn happy for the next half. I am praying for a New Year and a new turn of fate. Hopefully my luck will change.
I just had to vent to let all of this out because I really just wanna cry, scream, throw a fit, and beat the hell out of someone. I am a fucking wreck, what to do?
Part 2- after all the frustration and the stress I decide I should take advantage of the shifts I get off and catch up with some friends. We go to a lil party, have a few beers, more to the story but to get to the part that even further complicates my life, while there my bag and phone get stolen out of the POS that I was driving. The bag is my Victoria Secrets tote with all my work clothes and stuff, my make-up, purfume, pearls, hair straightener, express pants, pictures of my babies, and my $400 yacht club check. Good times...not so much. So I get into a huge fight with the friend before I realize this has happened. Then realize what has been done. Call anyone I can think of to retrieve the things, offer reward money, have everyone searching and nothing. I then must round up acceptable clothing for work and realize that in our time watching entertainment on TV at the friends house someone lost their gum in my hair!!!! Are you fucking serious, big glob of gum in my hair, very close to my scalp. Spent the time before work using peanut butter and ripping hair out of my head. RJ, kinda like my lil godson who is in the 3rd grade tells me man Christy you had a bad day, your bad got stolen, your phone, your $400 check and you got gum in yur hair, all this after you wrecked your truck into a deer. What do you say to that? Yep lil guy put it into perspective for me. LIfe is out to get me. I don't understand really, I don't steal from people why does my shit always get ganked? My life is a wreck, I am lost and out of control. I usually try to see the positive side of things, but I am having difficulty right now trying to figure out why life is out to get me?!? My boss make a valid point though when I made this comment, he says you could be pregnant. And he is right that would make things alot worse! :) They say that half of your life is determined to be much more difficult then the other. Mine damn sure better be the first half because it has been a bitch so far. I better be very damn happy for the next half. I am praying for a New Year and a new turn of fate. Hopefully my luck will change.
I just had to vent to let all of this out because I really just wanna cry, scream, throw a fit, and beat the hell out of someone. I am a fucking wreck, what to do?