So, it's around 7:45 AM when the sun decides to grace my lovely room with its heat. Since my parents room is always cooler, and no one's there, it's been my ritual to move my happy ass on over there to sleep. I move there and just when I'm about to close my eyes, the doorbell rings. Who is it? TERMINIX! Great. I let him in and he asks what kind of nasty little shits have we had problems with. Ants, man. An army of ants. Not just any army, we're talking American troops chillin' in your country for a few years kind of invasion. Anyway, after a spiel about American roaches vs. water cockroaches and a little trip to locate where the ants are coming from, the guy finally sprays the house. That means, I'm kicked out for a good 2 hours...that is unless I want deformed offspring later on in life.
I had to leave anyway, had to pick up mother. 2 hours to kill. What do we do? Breakfast at IHOP. Shitty food. Obviously frozen because the eggs, sausage, and pancakes were swimming in its water. Cute worker though, definitely "eye fucked the shit out of me." The runny food wasn't cutting it, so mom and I went to T.J Maxx, found shit there, and then went to some craft store in that vicinity. What song begins to play as soon as I walk in?!?! "Lonely...I'm Mr. Lonely..I have nobody to call my own...(the original, mind you.)" Mom looks at me and she says, "who plays this song in a store?! Let's go..." She then reminds me to wash my car and fill up the tank. Lord, this is where it gets ugly.
Fill up the tank at Arco, being that it's cheaper compared to shell, pay for the wash, my car's is getting fairly clean, hit the dryer, then boom! The rubberseal on my roof decides to break and hit my window. Holy shit, what the fuck is that? My attempts at fixing were relatively decent, when I put the seal back in its place, it didn't seem that noticeable. So, drive home and mom decides to fix it even more. I tell her to get inside, but she screams for me to go outside and look what happened to my car. Scratches all over my car. And baby, those scratches did not occur during the .5 mile trip back to the house. Make a long story a bit shorter, I called their corporate office, went back to speak to the manager, she was a bitch, gave me the wrong number to call, call back corporate, told me what to do, called my insurance, they told me what to do, painful etc. after painful etc. Hopefully all will clear up soon. After all of that, I had to go to work.
Work was okay, only stayed for like 4 hours. I had to work the fitting rooms and, good Lord, it was hectic. Probably because all of the denim is on sale. I had an ART! or at least I think I did. So, girl comes in probably around 12-13 with one item. I ask her for her name and she says Jenneny. Her little friend starts laughing. I take her item for her, and she's a little nervous to give it to me. Weird. Anyway, I give her the room, hand the item back and go about my usual stuff. So I'm doing my rounds and I hear a load of giggling from that room with Jenneny. Obviously her friend is in there, so I have to play Ms. breaking-up-the-fun-now woman and tell her that her friend can't stay in the room with her, store policy. Clicked in my head that she's been in there for HELLA long, with only one item. They leave and I get on my mic. Dude, little girl, Jenneny, ART! Oh God, that was great. Well, I finished my shift with a load of coffee talk, big haired, jerseys girls in the dressing room. I go to my car and looky here, not 1 bird, but 3 birds decided to shit on my car. It's kinda like God's way of shitting on my life today. Man, thanks! On top of that, I pop a cd in (everyone knows I don't label since I like surprises) and it's my ultra sad cd. We're talking Coldplay - Sparks/Boyz II Men - Water Runs Dry/ Tony Rich Project - When Can I See You Again/ Alicia Keys - For All We Know/ Lifehouse...anything. This is yet another reason, why I don't really like Coldplay. His voice is so heartbreakingly sad, but you can't help but listen to it over and over again. But that's for another post. I digress.
I come home, parents are sinking karaeoke (sp) and mom dedicates a song to me. Wait, no two songs. First Song: Mr. Lonely. Second Song - Crazy. Mr. Lonely Crazy. Story of my life?
* The night was good, Dad bought me 2 pairs of argyle socks to make me feel better and treated Mother and me to Sizzler, just for old time's sake. Fucking Sizzler!