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I want to erase today from 2:45 on from ever happening.


Because from 12:00-2:30 I was vintage and antiquing with Mandi, having a great time. We were laughing about all the ridiculous pins that people used to wear. A pineapple? A squirrel with a pearl tail and a blingy nut? Sparkle nut. He now has a name. And a home. On Mandi's work blazer. Anyway, vintage shopping with girls is like 19075094 times better than shopping with boys because Evan is impatient and frugal and doesn't appreciate the value of things like girls do.


Anyway, I came home and that's where today should have ended. Of course, my internet stopped working because Qwest is a little bitch. I called and they called me Larry like 500 times. My name is not Larry. I told the guy like 6 times and he READ it off the computer and continued to call me Larry. Not okay. He argued with me about how I'm related to Evan (who is the account holder) and then how Evan needs to call and okay them putting me on the account. Are you FREAKING kidding me? I call every other week to complain about their less than stellar service and crappy account management and everything else that a 2-year-old monkey could do better.

The guy was suuuuuuuch a jerk to me I freaked out, screamed at him, and hung up. I was seriously spewing fire out my ears I was so upset. And the internet still didn't work.



I was basically over reacting because a) I hadn't eaten anything all day and b) I didn't get a nap. (Not having a job makes me 3.)


So I went to Taco Bell. I should have waited for Ev to get off work but I didn't. Because my blood sugar was dropping. The guy at Taco Bell was a freaking pig. He was super awkward and sketchy about giving me my food and change and beverage. He would linger at the window and talk extra slow about the survey or hot sauce or whatever. He walked away to get my food and came back not only with my bag but like 6 guys who just stood there and stared at me. Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Get out. He handed me my bag and caressed my hand like a freak and I should have gotten out of my car and punched him.


Ew.


I know I'm probably over reacting a little, but gross. I'm freaking wearing a wedding ring and I made no move that shows my interest in you. So don't. I should take the survey on the back of the receipt and tell them how gross their employees are.


I'm just super peeved at today. I want some Thai food and some quality time with my love. Then things will all be okay.



PS. My new fave purse I just bought, yeah broke. Thanks TJMaxx. So I returned it and bought a new Guess purse that is SO adorbs. I'm still peeved about my giganto one because it held everything (hence probs why it broke).


So whatever, today can just die.