Welcome to my bad day!
First, I had to go to work, and well, that's always bad period. I'm currently looking for a new job, something in town, something that pays close to what I'm making now, and something that doesn't have me doing 10 page fucking reviews every other week!
Then I got a carrot muffin and it tasted like raisins even though there were none in it, gross, I hate raisins.
Then I walk across the street to get dinner for the girl I was working with and totally took the hugest header in the middle of a 4 lane street and nearly got smoked by 2 cars. Not to mention it was pouring rain and I got soaked from shin to chin. Scratched my watch, and wrecked my knee and hand.
Go to Zellers to get some kitty litter which is the heaviest fucking shit in the entire world. Talking to my mom and she asks me to pick something up for her, I immediatly forget until I'm already checked out and outside, once again, in the rain. Have to go back and get that for her.
3 more stops to make...
Stop at moms and drop off her shit, no issues there.
On my way to the liquor store to get myself a giant bottle of gin to forget my day (off tomorrow) and when I stop one of the boxes of litter tips over. There just happens to be a hole in the bag. The hole just happens to be exactly where the hole in the box for the handle and a nice pile of kitty litter pours out onto my backseat.
Drag all my stuff into the house. Not 10 minutes later does my junkie tenant come knocking at my door, making his last plea to stay. Today is the day he is supposed to be moving, the locks get changed tomorrow. I tell him no he's a fucking junkie and I'm done. He claims he's finished with all that shit, he's 'getting help' like I havn't heard that before. We've owned the house for 3 years this is the 9th month he has not paid his rent on time. Sound reliable? Like you would take his word for something? Ya, I didn't think so either. So, hopefully we will still get our money on Monday when he gets his $ but I'm not holding my breathe. More than likely I'm going to have to go through small claims. Which luckily I am an expert in thanks to work.
So now, I smoke a fat joint, have a tall glass of gin and lemonade, and make dinner. I'm going to need a peaceful night to endure all the bs tomorrow brings...
This is how I feel right now!
First, I had to go to work, and well, that's always bad period. I'm currently looking for a new job, something in town, something that pays close to what I'm making now, and something that doesn't have me doing 10 page fucking reviews every other week!
Then I got a carrot muffin and it tasted like raisins even though there were none in it, gross, I hate raisins.
Then I walk across the street to get dinner for the girl I was working with and totally took the hugest header in the middle of a 4 lane street and nearly got smoked by 2 cars. Not to mention it was pouring rain and I got soaked from shin to chin. Scratched my watch, and wrecked my knee and hand.
Go to Zellers to get some kitty litter which is the heaviest fucking shit in the entire world. Talking to my mom and she asks me to pick something up for her, I immediatly forget until I'm already checked out and outside, once again, in the rain. Have to go back and get that for her.
3 more stops to make...
Stop at moms and drop off her shit, no issues there.
On my way to the liquor store to get myself a giant bottle of gin to forget my day (off tomorrow) and when I stop one of the boxes of litter tips over. There just happens to be a hole in the bag. The hole just happens to be exactly where the hole in the box for the handle and a nice pile of kitty litter pours out onto my backseat.
Drag all my stuff into the house. Not 10 minutes later does my junkie tenant come knocking at my door, making his last plea to stay. Today is the day he is supposed to be moving, the locks get changed tomorrow. I tell him no he's a fucking junkie and I'm done. He claims he's finished with all that shit, he's 'getting help' like I havn't heard that before. We've owned the house for 3 years this is the 9th month he has not paid his rent on time. Sound reliable? Like you would take his word for something? Ya, I didn't think so either. So, hopefully we will still get our money on Monday when he gets his $ but I'm not holding my breathe. More than likely I'm going to have to go through small claims. Which luckily I am an expert in thanks to work.
So now, I smoke a fat joint, have a tall glass of gin and lemonade, and make dinner. I'm going to need a peaceful night to endure all the bs tomorrow brings...
This is how I feel right now!
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colcannon:
sounds like a hell of a time
colcannon:
you know i havent been able to see it yet, i'll go find it online rightnow and get back to ya