I saw some Star Wars mugs that I really wanted when I was Christmas shopping and I couldn’t get them because I was buying stuff for other people and then Lauren got them for me for Christmas. It’s a Christmas miracle!
This is a post about how I’m sick and miserable and dying and boo I lost my shimmer lotion. I just got out of a really long, hot shower and wanted to be shiny.
I’ve done garage twice these past two weeks and I really don’t want to do it again tomorrow but I think I’m going to request it just so I don’t have to deal with too many people and I have less of a chance of infecting anyone. I’m doing it on Christmas too and I’m pretty stoked for that because I’m positive it will be dead.
My brother won’t let me get close to him to give him his 19 birthday hits, so (since his birthday is Thursday) I’m going to do 19 things that will slightly annoy him. I’ve already turned off the X-Box mid game [not on Live, I’m not that cruel (no, wait, I probably am)], disconnected his controller twice, turned off the TV twice, shut off his laptop, and flipped a chair over in his room. This is more fun than it should be.
How did I do a whole bunch of things today but also nothing near what I needed to get done how does this happen my life is a black hole these oatmeal cookies are not very tasty and leave my mouth feeling dry.
So I got a lot of gifts tonight that I really don’t deserve at all and I have a lot of people in my life that truly care for me and are amazing and I’m so happy I could cry.
Unfortunately, I have to deal with not-so-amazing people tomorrow in the form of Ty from OfficeMax, who told me on Friday L A S T W E E K that my invites would be done by Monday night, and that the printer would totally take them because I was concerned about it being that my invites are sort of small (only for them to be completely undone Tuesday) and then told me they would be done today F O R S U R E and then I received a call today at noon saying the printer would not accept my invite paper because it is too small. It made me say this in my head:
WHAT THE FUCK TY WHY ARE YOU CONSTANTLY DROPPING THE BALL YOU FUCKING SUCK AND I WANT YOUR HEAD ON A SILVER PLATTER BEFORE ME RIGHT AFTER I FINISH KICKING YOU IN THE BALLS FOR A FUCKING WEEK STRAIGHT BECAUSE THAT’S BASICALLY WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME YOU FUCKING JERK.
Instead, I said this:
Oh…wow that really, really sucks really really bad. Wow…okay, well I’ll be in tomorrow and this really blows and I expect a full refund.
And he was just all “oh, sorry” and it made me hate him and I don’t like to hate people that are involved in any service industry because I’ve been there and it’s not pretty but I can’t help but feel like this is his or his manager’s fucking fault and I’m going to die.
This has been a rambling post about my life and why I love it so much and also why I want to kill Ty from OfficeMax. I feel like he’s going to be a meme in my life from now on. I’m going to trip on the way to work or something and in my head I’ll just be like ” Fucking TY fucking shit up!”
I’m editing a paper and I reward every page done with a tumblr scroll yes my life is sad I was totally aware of that fact no need to point it out geeze you’re rude stop being so rude no I’m sorry talk to me why aren’t you talking to me are you mad at me don’t be mad at me I’m sorry.