Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Alas, my favorite holiday has arrived. PFFT.

Firstly (but not lastly), Valentines Day (VD) is not a REAL holiday because we all have to go to work; unless you are a spoiled rotten bitch who sponges off someone. And as you can guess, I am not a spoiled rotten bitch - at least not yet. I am, however, a whiny-ass bitch.

I woke up today in a foul mood. My account is overdrawn, I am running late, my lip is split, I can't walk because I have had to wait tables the last few days (got called from the old restaurant to pull some shifts) and my feet/calves/legs were not ready for it, I have a dentist appointment and I am working approximately 15 hours today. I will see my hubby for about 5 minutes when I get home, and then will commence to crashing on the bed from exhaustion, stress and general mental illness.

OH, and I spilled my iced mocha (all 24 ounces of it) ALL.OVER.MY.SUV. - which will now smell like sour milk.

Have I ever told you how much I hate February - especially the 14th? Of course I have.

Damn you to HELL February!!!


Anonymous said...

I'm with you. February SUCKS!

Hang in there. Annie

Ms. Q said...

Oh my god!! I am having the same month as you. Why does February suck so much? February is such a bitch. I can't wait until it's over.

Sorry you're having a crappy month. And I am especially sorry about the iced mocha incident. That's like coffee abuse!