Shoot Me In The Face With A Tank
Boo for absolutely everything...this has been one helluva wretched day. Allow me to recap a little...
I got the pleasure of going to the dentist this afternoon...which was kind of bittersweet...on the one hand, they only found one little cavity...I can live with that. Then we (and by we, I mean the dentist) decided to do a cleaning...fine, no big deal except for that sick ass fluoride shit. Then--we (again, the dentist) decide to do some X-rays...aside from the fact that I've had enough X-rays in my life to glow in the frickin' dark...no big deal. But then we discover that Katie has an impacted wisdom tooth...for those of you who don't know this equals a tooth that's growing sideways instead of up which equals surgery to remove the damn thing. Lovely.
Then my travels lead me to the high school where I discover that I've once again been offered the position as assistant speech coach...sweet.
Then I have to go visit Psycho Billy to reclaim some of my belongings (two rugs and a vacuum cleaner). I expected it to go rather smoothly...but, true to his name, Psycho Billy threw a freak fit on me. Big surprise there...though it has been awhile since I've been called a lying whore...I was starting to forget what that felt like...luckily he reminded me...he's pretty good about that. The rest of the encounter included some shouting and me almost running him over with the truck again (it isn't my fault he wouldn't get the fuck outta the way)...but really, all I wanted to do was leave. I have enough drama in my life without adding his bullshit to the mix. I can honestly say it wouldn't hurt my feelings in the least if I never spoke to him again...(and since I know this will get back to him...at least use direct quotes when you tell him what I wrote, you fuck).
Then I came back to Indy...where I have accomplished absolutely nothing all evening. Nothing was packed, nothing was cleaned (though I did take a bubble bath)...in fact, the highlight of my evening was deciding that I needed chicken fries from Burger King at about 11...here's a little note for ya--most Burger King's aren't fucking open at 11 o'clock...and even if you drive around most of hell's half acre...you still probably won't find one. You'll end up settling with a Speedway coke in a half-assed attempt to appease your Common Cents withdrawal. (BTW Candi: You were right...I have Wallitis).
I was hoping to make this a more reflective entry...I am going through a mini-crisis right now...but instead, I just rambled a lot. My bad.
I got the pleasure of going to the dentist this afternoon...which was kind of bittersweet...on the one hand, they only found one little cavity...I can live with that. Then we (and by we, I mean the dentist) decided to do a cleaning...fine, no big deal except for that sick ass fluoride shit. Then--we (again, the dentist) decide to do some X-rays...aside from the fact that I've had enough X-rays in my life to glow in the frickin' dark...no big deal. But then we discover that Katie has an impacted wisdom tooth...for those of you who don't know this equals a tooth that's growing sideways instead of up which equals surgery to remove the damn thing. Lovely.
Then my travels lead me to the high school where I discover that I've once again been offered the position as assistant speech coach...sweet.
Then I have to go visit Psycho Billy to reclaim some of my belongings (two rugs and a vacuum cleaner). I expected it to go rather smoothly...but, true to his name, Psycho Billy threw a freak fit on me. Big surprise there...though it has been awhile since I've been called a lying whore...I was starting to forget what that felt like...luckily he reminded me...he's pretty good about that. The rest of the encounter included some shouting and me almost running him over with the truck again (it isn't my fault he wouldn't get the fuck outta the way)...but really, all I wanted to do was leave. I have enough drama in my life without adding his bullshit to the mix. I can honestly say it wouldn't hurt my feelings in the least if I never spoke to him again...(and since I know this will get back to him...at least use direct quotes when you tell him what I wrote, you fuck).
Then I came back to Indy...where I have accomplished absolutely nothing all evening. Nothing was packed, nothing was cleaned (though I did take a bubble bath)...in fact, the highlight of my evening was deciding that I needed chicken fries from Burger King at about 11...here's a little note for ya--most Burger King's aren't fucking open at 11 o'clock...and even if you drive around most of hell's half acre...you still probably won't find one. You'll end up settling with a Speedway coke in a half-assed attempt to appease your Common Cents withdrawal. (BTW Candi: You were right...I have Wallitis).
I was hoping to make this a more reflective entry...I am going through a mini-crisis right now...but instead, I just rambled a lot. My bad.
posted by Kate @ 14:22
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