Just because I feel like complaining...
Not too long ago I bought a 24 foot aluminum extension ladder that I totally needed for the mainenance I have been doing on my house. The fucking thing got stolen out of my garage. Before I had even paid for it (thanks to my credit card), I had used it once.
2 weeks ago I started what I THOUGHT was my female cycle... it was really bad. I lost so much I passed out, I can't stress enough how scary it was. And then the Dr...... 6 plus years of med school to tell me that there isn't anything wrong, yeah, ok.
That trauma to my DESIRABLE body ;) must have weakend my immune system because a few days ago I got sick... sinusy yuck... plus another 'cycle'... what the fuck does my body think it's doing? Like it's in charge or something...
This guy I'm seeing finally conviced me to stay over at his house for the night again (first time made me late 2 hours because of alarm technicalities)... I had to freakin rush to be 18 minutes late to work this morning and I fell down my back stairs on my way out. I guess, if I wanted to look at it in a positive way, I could say that at least I didn't sprain it my ankle, but I don't feel like throwing that positive spin on it because it still effing hurts, dagnabbit. Plus my shoe and my pant knees are scuffed. I'm trying to convince the people here at work that scuffed is the 'in' thing these days.
Bitch, Bitch, whine, bitch, moan, whine, crab, bitch, moan, and another moan.