i will not be broken.
man, today was not my day. i won't go as far as saying FML, but seriously, FTD. fuck this day.
it started out all right. i woke up to the smell of bacon--paul and his wife stefanie made breakfast for us in our hotel room. yes. awesome. eggs, bacon, strawberries, coffee. so actually the day started out great. everyone still in a good mood from an awesome wedding last night with an adorable, cool couple, our first wedding in awhile. the drive back from wilmington was easy and i dropped off the van and gave mani a ride to durham without incident.
now, let me preface the crud that followed by noting that everything was my dumb fault. FTD.
i drove around southwest raleigh for half an hour looking for a Walmart that was around there somewhere, without luck. i could have called chris and asked him where it was, but i always call and ask chris, and i was determined to find it on my own. so, no Walmart. fine. i went to target.
i went home, eating the cereal i just bought straight out of the box, downing soy milk out of the carton. nothing horrible there, but with my luck, i'm sure someone i knew saw me doing it at some point.
on the way home i passed a cop, and realized i was going 42 in a 25. i started cussing and freaking out, but i didn't see any signs of the cop turning around. preoccupied, i tried to parallel park near my apartment and scuffed the rear bumper of another car.
more cussing. i think my exact words were, "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." another car was coming up behind me so i drove up and parked somewhere else. the entire walk back to my apartment i was thinking, it's just a scuff, there's not even a dent, i don't even recognize that car so it's not someone who lives here...then walked inside, wrote a note, and left my number and an apology on the car, grumbling the entire time. you'd think doing the right thing would feel a little less like being directly under a crap storm. FTD.
i went to the store to get shrimp for dinner. halfway through the shopping i discovered a spider on my cart and almost screamed in the middle of the store. i killed it with the package of shrimp i'd just bought instead.
at the self-checkout i took out $20 cash-back, which i promptly totally forgot. i called the store when i got home, thinking someone might have turned it in, and of course no one did. the harris teeter employee on the phone said if i came down with my receipt and they could confirm on the security camera that i had forgotten the money they might be able to refund it. i said thanks, but would feel a little dumb putting the HT employees through all that for $20, so no thanks. i mean, thank goodness it wasn't more money, but still. FTD.
i kind of want to curl into a ball, or start over with the aroma of bacon wafting into my room.
in the news of the not-so-terrible, i bought a bunch of Play-Doh and i'm going to start making little sculptures. i started doing it for fun and the result was pretty cool:
i think i'm gonna make some more. that and watching a bad movie with chris will probably cheer me up. also, the car i scuffed is gone and no one's called me yet, so maybe he/she decided to let it go. oh pleeeease decide to let it go. and i got to talk to cassandra for an hour on skype. the day wasn't totally terrible, just enough to make me glad i'm in the relative safety of my apartment with pajamas on. and thank goodness for Bonnie Raitt, who's great to listen to after a suckfest of a day.
it started out all right. i woke up to the smell of bacon--paul and his wife stefanie made breakfast for us in our hotel room. yes. awesome. eggs, bacon, strawberries, coffee. so actually the day started out great. everyone still in a good mood from an awesome wedding last night with an adorable, cool couple, our first wedding in awhile. the drive back from wilmington was easy and i dropped off the van and gave mani a ride to durham without incident.
now, let me preface the crud that followed by noting that everything was my dumb fault. FTD.
i drove around southwest raleigh for half an hour looking for a Walmart that was around there somewhere, without luck. i could have called chris and asked him where it was, but i always call and ask chris, and i was determined to find it on my own. so, no Walmart. fine. i went to target.
i went home, eating the cereal i just bought straight out of the box, downing soy milk out of the carton. nothing horrible there, but with my luck, i'm sure someone i knew saw me doing it at some point.
on the way home i passed a cop, and realized i was going 42 in a 25. i started cussing and freaking out, but i didn't see any signs of the cop turning around. preoccupied, i tried to parallel park near my apartment and scuffed the rear bumper of another car.
more cussing. i think my exact words were, "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." another car was coming up behind me so i drove up and parked somewhere else. the entire walk back to my apartment i was thinking, it's just a scuff, there's not even a dent, i don't even recognize that car so it's not someone who lives here...then walked inside, wrote a note, and left my number and an apology on the car, grumbling the entire time. you'd think doing the right thing would feel a little less like being directly under a crap storm. FTD.
i went to the store to get shrimp for dinner. halfway through the shopping i discovered a spider on my cart and almost screamed in the middle of the store. i killed it with the package of shrimp i'd just bought instead.
at the self-checkout i took out $20 cash-back, which i promptly totally forgot. i called the store when i got home, thinking someone might have turned it in, and of course no one did. the harris teeter employee on the phone said if i came down with my receipt and they could confirm on the security camera that i had forgotten the money they might be able to refund it. i said thanks, but would feel a little dumb putting the HT employees through all that for $20, so no thanks. i mean, thank goodness it wasn't more money, but still. FTD.
i kind of want to curl into a ball, or start over with the aroma of bacon wafting into my room.
in the news of the not-so-terrible, i bought a bunch of Play-Doh and i'm going to start making little sculptures. i started doing it for fun and the result was pretty cool:
i think i'm gonna make some more. that and watching a bad movie with chris will probably cheer me up. also, the car i scuffed is gone and no one's called me yet, so maybe he/she decided to let it go. oh pleeeease decide to let it go. and i got to talk to cassandra for an hour on skype. the day wasn't totally terrible, just enough to make me glad i'm in the relative safety of my apartment with pajamas on. and thank goodness for Bonnie Raitt, who's great to listen to after a suckfest of a day.