Well, apparently bad things come in threes. Not so. They come in large costco-size packages as well. I ditched my car, the boys helped me get it out. My CD's got stolen out of my car because someone didn't lock the passenger side door after I asked them to. That's like 150-200 CD's. All my fucking CD's are gone. Then I lost my wallet. Then ICBC sent me a letter notifying me that buddy I backed into last May has now claimed it or whatever, and I have thirty days to pay $1200 to ICBC. I had to cancel my road test because of snow and other things, I have a speeding ticket to pay or possibly lose my liscense because of it. Just-- argh. And I'm broken up still over this fucking business that I don't EVEN want to talk about. Because I said I was over it. And it fucking bugs me still. A lot. I'm told I'll be fired every other day because I have a problem that the manager's brother gets away with shit nobody else does. Sucks being the one employee willing to stand up to boss-man. Everyone else just talks about him behind his back. Apparently I'm anemic, which is where my craving for raw broccoli is coming from. Would also explain why I feel like napping every couple of hours. Just I feel so fucking wasted. Andy is fucking moody. I don't know if I see it going anywhere. I feel slightly overwhelmed by everything lately. My mom is constantly on my case about my bills and the ever-mysterious 'money i owe her,' (although she can never tell me why?) Something good has to happen now, right? Please?
music. sweet escape - gwen stefani feat. akon