My Morning

Ok, so I wake up, see my man off to work. I roll out of bed, almost literally, step on something that hurt. I go to make coffee. I look in the fridge. No coffe creamer. I need creamer. I go to the little corner market that usually carries it becuase I asked them to. They are out. SO i go to the big grocery store, they dont open until 8 am. It is only 7. So i say, shit. I drive across town (ok its like 2 miles to get across my little town) To the other big grocery store. My car fucking runs out of gas in the turning lane. I say fuck, shit, damn, bitch ass fucking DAMN! And walk three blocks to the gas station. The gas station SELLS me a gas can for SEVEN DOLLARS. And four dollars in gas. I walk to my car, put the gas in, get my creamer and go home.
 
Dude, that totally sucks. I used to work for these people who would buy loads and loads of the same food (ie 12 jars of peanut butter, 10 packs of ground beef, etc) just so they wouldn't have to leave their house. (They were really old and cranky though) But I think we should start buying surpluses of things we need, DG you would buy 30 creamers and 100 boxes of cereal, and I would buy 30 2 liters of Pepsi, and 100 packs of Ramen. We would never have to leave our houses/dorm. But you'd probably get really worked up over all that coffee, and would have to leave. But here's to tryin'! :beerchug: :munchies:
 
Yes! Thats it! Oh, wait, I have to get out of the house Or I Would GO Insane! I get cabin fever really, really easy. Also, what about toilet paper? Cant live without it! Ok, I mention that becuase CL just told me we are out and I hate being out of tp...now I have to drive back to the store and buy some. bleh.

Why cant I just have a day off that is really A DAY OFF???????????????????
:beerchug:
 
I know what you mean. When I worked 6 days a week, I would always try to enjoy my saturdays off... but I had Basketball games, chores, housework... I'd rather just be working, so I could make money!
 
I would rather be sleeping....but, I am a dipshit. So the other pissy thing this morning. I wrote my thesis yesterday at work and emailed it to myself. Well, I emailed myself the wrong thing. so I look on my work comp for my thesis. It isnt there becuase I erased it. I am a fucking moron. Now I have to write it again. Bleh.
 
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