my shitty-assed day
ok, today i went grocery shopping with my mother. when we went in, there was some guy looking at us funny, actoully, he was stairing at us. he was there when we came out, too. i was packing the car because she was really tired, and when i went to return the cart, that scumbag set off a firecracker 5 feet away from me. he didn't even throw it up. he threw it on the ground. the thing went up, and came down... ON MY FUCKING ARM! i have a biiiiiiiiig red bubble, chock-full of puss on my arm, and it hurts.
Re: my shitty-assed day
yeah, i know. but the thing is, i have a bad memory, so i don't remember his face. and i didn't get his licence plate number.
it probibly didn't help that i had black boots that go up to my knees, a purple plad skirt, and a black sleevless shirt. (don't ask, i was bored)
"I wanna fly all over the place, I wanna throw Caution to the Wind!
I haven't lost anything, I haven't even started yet."
Re: my shitty-assed day
my stalker a few years ago had this obsession with setting off blackcats in front of the administrator's office at school ... he got kicked out and went to juvy cuz one of the administrators got really bad burns on her foot (she was wearing heels and a string had attached themselves to her shoe as she walked out the door and she couldn't get them off) so he no longer was my stalker after that ... it was actually pretty funny to watch