There's no greater feeling then thinking you shit yourself after a nice juicy fart and going to the bathroom and checking and finding that the moisture you feel is just ass sweat.
So, here's my day. Get up, get in car, drive down a lonely road towards my destination. Gas gauge says tank is 1/4 full, so I am going to the gas station. On the ABSOLUTELY most barren road in ohio I hit a bump and my gas guage goes down to below E, it was broken. I run out of gas. I walk 3 fucking miles to a gas station because i'm 100 miles from anyone I know and triple A gave me a 2 hour wait time. I get their, pay a guy 20 bucks to fill up a gas can and take me to my car. I get into work at 8:58 and have 3 hours of work to do. I have to leave at 9:45 for a meeting, and I have to ride with the most assholish fucktard ever for an hour smoking in the car, spilling shit, etc. Do the meeting, drive back, and now I have 5 hours of shit to do and I have to leave at 5 because I have to go have my shoulder looked at, feels like I'll need my 6th surgery!
I just got a call from my sister's boss and apparently she fell off a ladder in the stockroom and hurt her neck and blacked out and was taken to the hospital. I can't get a hold of my parent's to let them know and I have to be at work for my second day soon so I can't even run up there. Balls.
Yesterday I got billed $125 by the Rock Band warranty department for a pair of "not returned" drum pads that UPS claims to have delivered to them on 1/04/08.
The unexpected fee resulted in an overdraft.
And I still have about $150 of books left to buy for the semester.
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