Tuesday, December 02, 2008

I'm restless, down and torqued.

I got a mother effing parking ticket. My wheel was like ONE inch into the yellow. Piss poor. And I've got money falling out of my butt, too, so awesome.

I can't think of anything to eat, so screw it, I won't eat at all.

I used to love the holidays, now I'm just sad.

My restlessness? Frustrating and depressing.

Aren't you glad you read my blog tonight? I'm sure I made you feel all warm inside.


Ann(ie) said...

F. That sucks. Did I ever tell you that after Fucktard and I enjoyed divorce court that I came out to find a parking ticket on my car and I burst into tears. Then I drove to the liquor store. Then a few years later I married the guy that writes those parking tickets. hehe.

Cheryl said...

OMG, no you never told me! That was a very sad story until I got to the end, then I burst out laughing. :-) Can Mateo get me out of tickets???? haha.

stick shaker said...

tickets are gay! sorry girlie! but a week from saturday me and juice will help you get in the holiday spirit.... :-)