Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
Thesaurus Rex

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you tell those spiders...

Mommy, what does this color do? Fuck knows, Maggie, now move along. Anyway... in the complete and utter lack of any form of decent and/or intelligible thought, I write this simply because it is imperative that I get this out... I believe that I am doomed.

So... I woke up this morning, picked up my glasses and they broke. I first thought the screw popped out because it broke at the hinge... but no... the screw itself broke. No hope in repairing them at present. Also, today at work has been a prime example of the fact that I am a magnet for rotten luck. The sink in the kitchen got clogged at the base because it's poorly made and my co-workers had shoved a copious amount of lettuce down the garbage disposal earlier so there was this backed up crud that looked like vomit all in the under-sink cabinet and Virlo and I had to clean it up... 3 times... because we'd get it cleaned up... bleach it to make sure no bacteria grew or anything... and 10 minutes later it'd be a fountain again without explaination. No water had been running, therefore... pure foul luck. Then we had to call the bosses and disturb them at 9 when it simply refused to stop imitating the hoover dam. Unfortunately, there's more. The construction crew put down our sidewalks today, and one of the steps required in making them was that they, the crew, run around and blast extra bits of ill-shaped concrete about with high-powered jets of water so that the sidewalks will be aesthetically pleasing. Being courteous folk, and having sprayed dirt and dust and cement all over our storefront, they then take a hose and decide to hose down the building. This building was made in the early 1900s as a blacksmithery and since then the brick-work has developed some, fault lines shall we say. This hose was akin to those used to wash cars, super powered jet spray... well... I look down and notice mud, leaves, dirt, and other assorted materials shooting out from the floor below the window. On top of all of this, I am now required to redo all the pricing, re-type the closing sheets, and I got 2 dollars in tip today. Not only that, but Alyssa showwed up today and stayed at the coffee house for hours. She proceeded to talk about the injustice of her mother wanting her to do chores around the house while she's home. Not something I want to hear, nor particularly care about, nor do I think it is incredibly unreasonable. I got home, and in a battle for the I Monster single I've been tracking for a week... lost it by being outbid in the last 30 seconds. I tried to call Matt, because I didn't last night and instead sent him a large e-mail due to the fact that I was at work until 10:30...and today he was on the other line with someone else, so no dice. Now, on top of it all, I have a migrane and feel as though I may vomit. So... I believe that it is completely obvious that...well.. God hates me.

Tomorrow I am supposed to hang out with Chris A. John leaves tomorrow and I didn't get to say goodbye. I feel really badly about that but he doesn't have a phone... I really miss Matt too. I want to talk to him, I don't even really know what about. I just want to talk to him because it always cheers me up. Vacation in 3 days. Thank God. Right now, I want to go dance in the rain. It's supposed to storm so maybe I'll give it a shot. If my head doesn't explode, that is. Ugh...

Oh yeah... and now livejournal apparently doesn't remember that it posted this... can't find the entry, so here I am posting it again... And I'll probably wakeup tomorrow to find two of these and have to delete one. Won't that be nice.
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