Now, I'm pissed of and I have a reason.
First: I'm seeing Blues Traveler tomorrow at Ravinia. Candace and I are going at 4 to get a spot on the lawn because it's sold out.
I come home tonight to find a note on the counter asking if I can babysit Zoe at 5:30 or something like that.
I can't. Sorry I'm not your fucking beck-and-call girl, but I'm busy. Maybe you should try warning me ahead of time, so you can organize something before the DAY YOU NEED ME.
Second: My capris have dirt on them. 5 VERY LARGE streaks of black. An oil looking substance. On my khaki capris.
FUCK IT ALL!
Third: Journal is in a fucking "read-only" mode. Yeah? Well you can all BITE MY ASS!!
I HAVE A FUCKING PERMANENT ACCOUNT, DAMMIT!!!!!