Frustrated post...XD.
Cell is broken, again.
No texting please for the love of all that is holy.
Car is fuxxored...again. xD.
Too many agains man.
Got "let go" from the working place because so many clients cancelled and there was literally nothing for us to do anymore.
Me and three of the newest people.
So I'm taking the next couple of days to get shit worked out with my car, my phone, and I must admit to play me some WoW. Nothing is annoying when you can get a whooshy level sound.
Yay nerds.
Got enough at least from the checks to get me some better work clothes. You know..the non ill fitting hand me downs and non hurriedly borrowed outfits in the early morning might be awesome.
There's the update.
And still...I'm not really socializing except at my bro's place.
Thought I will eventually get to go see Jason if it kills me -_-
On a side note...
I was at the gas station near my house, before the car keeled over for the day, and only one pump of cheap gas was working...so of course there's a line.
The guy ahead of me was this slick looking black man...Who offered to be my sugar daddy.
>.> you don't get the actual blatant offer often...so I must admit I'm tickled pink that some guy was interested in me being his little snow flake.
During this process...He's pumping his gas...and I'm waiting my turn.
The lady who had pulled up behind me, then starts honking her horn.
Middle aged, frazzled, and pissed...she gets out of her car to stand next to me and glare.
Because this is my fault you see.
At that point I had safely steered the convo to the cool pool bars in the area that me and my boyfriend frequent. Guy's gas...is still going.
Angry woman, seeing that gas will not go faster just because she has a fucking thorn in her twat, decides to start yelling at me.
"I HAVE A JOB TO GET TO, SO MAYBE YOU COULD STOP BEING A WHORE AND LET THE MAN PUMP HIS GAS!"
o.o
Which then escalates...because I reply "Holy shit, you're a bitch."
She starts screaming about her job and how it's so important she gets there and it's people like me and homie here who make the world unbearable.
>.> At this point, homie has finished pumping gas and rushing to get out of there. I'm now taking my sweet time in uncapping my tank and starting to pump.
So I calmly tell her that maybe it's menopausing psycho bitches making a shit fit out of having to be patient about anything that make simply going to get gas a pain in the ass. I ask her, "You're a horrible mother, shrewish wife, and an over all shite of a person to be around aren't you?" She then starts some squeaking...thing. Regardless, I say, if she is in such a rush to get to her job, why doesn't she just chunk out some extra bucks for the more expensive gas on a different pump...And before she goes on some sob story about how she's broke, I tell her I don't fucking care and she can take her hateful attitude to one of the many other gas stations that are only a light away. (There's four in that area that are under a five minute drive)
She starts shrieking in some strange Xena war cry...walks inside.
Fuck. People should come with loud blinking lights on their car or person...
"I'm a fucking cunt who will go off about absolutely nothing."
All she had to do was get out of her car and CALMLY let us know she was in a hurry...I would have gladly gone inside and told the guy to let her order go before mine.
But no...she's a whore. I hope she got to work late and was fired. That her man has decided that he can't put up with taking care of her asylum needing ass, takes the kids, and moves to some tropical place with his much hotter woman on the side. Leaving her an empty and broken home, setting off the time bomb in her crazy little head. So she'll trash what's left of the place and in the mad fit of passion, has a stroke that leaves her with only half of her bodies use. That she will forever live alone, broken, and unloved.
Then again...I'm just touchy cuz it's been an annoying few weeks.
But seriously...fuck her.
No texting please for the love of all that is holy.
Car is fuxxored...again. xD.
Too many agains man.
Got "let go" from the working place because so many clients cancelled and there was literally nothing for us to do anymore.
Me and three of the newest people.
So I'm taking the next couple of days to get shit worked out with my car, my phone, and I must admit to play me some WoW. Nothing is annoying when you can get a whooshy level sound.
Yay nerds.
Got enough at least from the checks to get me some better work clothes. You know..the non ill fitting hand me downs and non hurriedly borrowed outfits in the early morning might be awesome.
There's the update.
And still...I'm not really socializing except at my bro's place.
Thought I will eventually get to go see Jason if it kills me -_-
On a side note...
I was at the gas station near my house, before the car keeled over for the day, and only one pump of cheap gas was working...so of course there's a line.
The guy ahead of me was this slick looking black man...Who offered to be my sugar daddy.
>.> you don't get the actual blatant offer often...so I must admit I'm tickled pink that some guy was interested in me being his little snow flake.
During this process...He's pumping his gas...and I'm waiting my turn.
The lady who had pulled up behind me, then starts honking her horn.
Middle aged, frazzled, and pissed...she gets out of her car to stand next to me and glare.
Because this is my fault you see.
At that point I had safely steered the convo to the cool pool bars in the area that me and my boyfriend frequent. Guy's gas...is still going.
Angry woman, seeing that gas will not go faster just because she has a fucking thorn in her twat, decides to start yelling at me.
"I HAVE A JOB TO GET TO, SO MAYBE YOU COULD STOP BEING A WHORE AND LET THE MAN PUMP HIS GAS!"
o.o
Which then escalates...because I reply "Holy shit, you're a bitch."
She starts screaming about her job and how it's so important she gets there and it's people like me and homie here who make the world unbearable.
>.> At this point, homie has finished pumping gas and rushing to get out of there. I'm now taking my sweet time in uncapping my tank and starting to pump.
So I calmly tell her that maybe it's menopausing psycho bitches making a shit fit out of having to be patient about anything that make simply going to get gas a pain in the ass. I ask her, "You're a horrible mother, shrewish wife, and an over all shite of a person to be around aren't you?" She then starts some squeaking...thing. Regardless, I say, if she is in such a rush to get to her job, why doesn't she just chunk out some extra bucks for the more expensive gas on a different pump...And before she goes on some sob story about how she's broke, I tell her I don't fucking care and she can take her hateful attitude to one of the many other gas stations that are only a light away. (There's four in that area that are under a five minute drive)
She starts shrieking in some strange Xena war cry...walks inside.
Fuck. People should come with loud blinking lights on their car or person...
"I'm a fucking cunt who will go off about absolutely nothing."
All she had to do was get out of her car and CALMLY let us know she was in a hurry...I would have gladly gone inside and told the guy to let her order go before mine.
But no...she's a whore. I hope she got to work late and was fired. That her man has decided that he can't put up with taking care of her asylum needing ass, takes the kids, and moves to some tropical place with his much hotter woman on the side. Leaving her an empty and broken home, setting off the time bomb in her crazy little head. So she'll trash what's left of the place and in the mad fit of passion, has a stroke that leaves her with only half of her bodies use. That she will forever live alone, broken, and unloved.
Then again...I'm just touchy cuz it's been an annoying few weeks.
But seriously...fuck her.