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So let me tell you about the worst day ever...
It started this morning when I checked my mail on MySpace and some whore named Josephine sent me a request to be her friend. I didn't recognize her from the picture on the message so I clicked it to view her profile... I normally don't add people I don't know, but I meet a lot of people and too many dumbasses get their feelings hurt if you don't add them when they request... Anyway, all these pop-ups come out of nowhere (and I have my pop-up blocker set to medium high security) and Virus Scan picks up 98 THREATS!! I don't have any SpyWare programs on my laptop since I just got it for Christmas, so now I'm screwed until I can find it online somewhere...
THEN
I was getting ready for an interview I had this afternoon and decided I wanted to wear a white hoodie that I had left in the car... I went out to the car to get it and... wait... where's the fucking car????? The apartment people had it towed because the registration sticker was expired... What the fuck?? I live in this apartment complex, I pay my rent on time and I get towed for something that has nothing to do with them... So I call Thanh all hysterical thinking I'm fucked because I have NO money to get the car back and NO way to get there... He tells me to write a check off of his bank account and go pick it up... I called to reschedule my interview and called the place and it cost 145 bux to get the car... I called Keith to come get me and he's playing records so he doesn't answer the phone... Call him again... No answer... Send him a text... Nothing. So Thanh calls him and yells at him or something and he calls me back... Poor Keith didn't even know what the fuck was going on. Keith comes to pick me up, we go to the bank get the money out and go to FreeBirds to get some relaxing burritos... Mario picks me up from Keith's and we drive through a fuckin' monsoon to get the car... I get there and pay for the car and the lady says she doesn't know where it is so I have to find it, in the freezing rain, all by myself, in the middle of the place that prostitutes and strippers go to die. I asked Mike and Mario to wait for me outside to make sure I don't get abducted by Jack the Ripper or anything... I finally find my car after what seems like half an hour and here I am, PRAYING that I can get my registration taken care of this weekend so I don't have to drive paranoid for the next few days...
My interview has been rescheduled for Monday and 10:20a. Hopefully, I'll be able to make it this time.
It started this morning when I checked my mail on MySpace and some whore named Josephine sent me a request to be her friend. I didn't recognize her from the picture on the message so I clicked it to view her profile... I normally don't add people I don't know, but I meet a lot of people and too many dumbasses get their feelings hurt if you don't add them when they request... Anyway, all these pop-ups come out of nowhere (and I have my pop-up blocker set to medium high security) and Virus Scan picks up 98 THREATS!! I don't have any SpyWare programs on my laptop since I just got it for Christmas, so now I'm screwed until I can find it online somewhere...
THEN
I was getting ready for an interview I had this afternoon and decided I wanted to wear a white hoodie that I had left in the car... I went out to the car to get it and... wait... where's the fucking car????? The apartment people had it towed because the registration sticker was expired... What the fuck?? I live in this apartment complex, I pay my rent on time and I get towed for something that has nothing to do with them... So I call Thanh all hysterical thinking I'm fucked because I have NO money to get the car back and NO way to get there... He tells me to write a check off of his bank account and go pick it up... I called to reschedule my interview and called the place and it cost 145 bux to get the car... I called Keith to come get me and he's playing records so he doesn't answer the phone... Call him again... No answer... Send him a text... Nothing. So Thanh calls him and yells at him or something and he calls me back... Poor Keith didn't even know what the fuck was going on. Keith comes to pick me up, we go to the bank get the money out and go to FreeBirds to get some relaxing burritos... Mario picks me up from Keith's and we drive through a fuckin' monsoon to get the car... I get there and pay for the car and the lady says she doesn't know where it is so I have to find it, in the freezing rain, all by myself, in the middle of the place that prostitutes and strippers go to die. I asked Mike and Mario to wait for me outside to make sure I don't get abducted by Jack the Ripper or anything... I finally find my car after what seems like half an hour and here I am, PRAYING that I can get my registration taken care of this weekend so I don't have to drive paranoid for the next few days...
My interview has been rescheduled for Monday and 10:20a. Hopefully, I'll be able to make it this time.