Over the past few weeks, my life has sucked major. I got in a car crash, I got a flat tire (unrelated), I haven’t worked for over two weeks (temping), and longterm stuff that sucks is that I can’t seem to lose weight, I just keep gaining, and I owe over a thousand dollars to my parents. I’m only 19, and I’m stressed out.
So… to make me feel better, and anyone else who is stressed out, tell me (and them) what could be worse. Not you’ve got terminal cancer worse, something like, a crazed gunman takes over your apartment and steals your toilet worse.
You could have migraines, a sinus infection, bad allergies, and severe asthma, a crazy gunman came into your apartment and stole your toilet, and plunger., and a sharp pointy stick in your eye.
You could have a 240lb bedridden, incontinent, mother-in-law, and–
wait for it-----
a broken washing machine!
That was Sunday night.
Come Monday the pharmacy could send you some other old lady’s meds.[ By the way, it is not confidence building to be asked by a pharmacist, “Are they little yellow pills?” WTF?]
That was only the early part of a day that - long story short, involved both an explosion of poopage and some considerable projectile vomiting. But wait, there’s more.
Between the wrong meds chaos and the vomit and poop spectacular I miraculously had the washing machine fixed !
I kid you not, I called the first place in the yellow pages, called, Same Day Service, and they came right over and fixed the thing - right smartly.
And, as the poop and vomit was flying, as God is my witness, all I could think of was how great our good fortune was on the washing machine repair front.
I swear to you I had a smile on my face through the entire considerable clean up that ensued.
And you know what, I’m still counting that as a great day.
and that’s all I’m gonna say about that. Where’s the crying-deep-in-my-soul-because-my-haircut-really-sucks-and-my-boyfriend’s-gonna-hate-it smilie when ya need it??? He loves long hair on females deep sigh. I hate you, Pooper Cuts!!
I lost 6 inches of hair tonight because the lady screwed up and ruined my hair they had no choice but to cut it off and she was suposed to be the colour director, so much for going to the most experienced person. It looked like limp broken elastic bands that when you ran your fingers through it it broke off. All the stylists kept coming up to me trying to console me. It took me years to grow it that long. Oh well.
Some people shouldn’t be graduating from beauty school, that’s what I say. Can’t they be kept back a year or two, just so they don’t fuck up other people’s hair? Never shall I visit a Pooper Cuts again in this or the next few lifetimes. GRRRRRRR! :mad:
If I don’t hear from one college (the only college) soon, the odds that I’ll be in school (and employed, as a somewhat direct corollary) with her are looking slim, despite “Oh, you should be able to get in” stuff from some. I sent another email off to the admissions department of the place and haven’t heard anything. I’m thinking of driving there myself in a day or four and hand-delivering the one transcript there’s any reasonable shot they don’t have (despite my twice requesting it be sent to them).
Oh, and I once shot a toilet in Reno … just to watch it die.
My boyfriend also loves long hair on women. He told me if I had it cut he’d go bald. I called his bluff. My b/f should really know by now that he gets no say when it comes to my hair.
My b/f should really know by now that he gets no say when it comes to my hair.