(sigh.)

have you ever had a day start to suck the day before the actual crap day even started?

so i'm moving. a little sad about it. my mom and i went to lunch for probably the last time in a long time. my hip has been feeling like it belongs to a 68 year old contortionist mother of three. fucking eharmony commercials keep playing. that shit doesn't work! there's nothing but ugly people, fucking crazies...and me on it. not anymore. (sorry ladies, you'll have to go back to meeting me in the strip clubs.) i go to a party with a bunch of my old coworkers. they're old coworkers because i worked with them before i got fucking fired...i mean, laid off. fucking bullshit. i got fired. laid off is for "executive assistants" too dense to realize they're fucking secretaries. not that i care about that crap ass job, i just like to be the one doing the breaking up. i think i got drunk off of one jack and coke. saw six girls that i wanted to hit on. didn't hit on any of them because i don't even live in this damn town anymore. saw another girl who was cute, who must have thought i was going to try to hit on her because she would walk twice as far as she needed to in order not to walk near me. (note to the sort of cute asian girl: i would have hit on SIX other girls before i even got around to speaking to you. and one of those girls was married. so kiss my ass right in the crack.) so yeah, then i woke up, and the day already sucked. i still have a mountain of fucking laundry to do. misty may and keri walsh lost. fuck today. that is all.