"Kelsey, were you crying about wearing black? Because if you were, I will seriously have to slap you." - Dustin Lieb
No, I was actually crying because I'm stressed out... stressed to the point of dropping weight, which means I'm really stressed... stressed beyond the point of typical stress-binging. haha. Oh god. What a fucking week it has been. I got in a minor ($3,500 total cost) car accident on Sunday Night. A blasted deer jumped out and I swerved to the right thinking I'd just brush the bushes, but said bushes were obscuring a barbed wire fence. Now the money I wanted to put towards an awesome birthday weekend for my boyfriend will be going towards my $500 deductible. Hey, at least I have insurance... TG for that. Before that my phone broke. We all know my crazy-ass gets anxiety when my phone is inept because it is my only source of communication in my long-distance relationship. The phone got water-logged when I was swimming at a friend's house; even though I moved the phone for the sole purpose it was out of the splash zone. I didn't dare tell my father (who pays all of my bills and bought my 2010 car last year) about the phone because he was so good about the fact that the car accident occurred. So I had to deal with that shit myself. I am feeling terribly bad about the car though; as much as I hate to admit it, sometimes I'm pretty spoiled. Not compared to rich people, but I'm definitely spoiled in my own, middle-class way. I've never paid my own insurance, I didn't buy that 2010 Corolla- my dad did; and, I have never paid a cell phone bill. I have a billion bugbites and bruises, a weird fucking rash that the dr. said was probably a bad reaction to an antibiotic I was on... (but I'm also a freaky-deaky hypochondriac).
Sigh. What else... Oh yes, I'm working all day, every Saturday, because I'm the 'new girl' at work, and No, I cannot trade a Saturday shift, unless I want to be fired. So, this means my boyfriend cannot visit this week, and even next week when he does, I'll be exempt for 7 hours at work. WTF. It could always be worse though; my car only had superficial damages, it still runs as smoothly as the day it came into my life. I sent away for a new phone this afternoon which will be shipped out overnight. I'm thankful my friends and family and bf put up with me and my dramatic tendencies when shit like this happens. haha. I'm pretty sure everyone in my family, my friends, and my bf have had to listen to me cry at least once this week, either in person (my poor dad) or over the phone (my poor bf). And yes, as a matter of fact, I am SO FUCKING SICK OF WEARING BLACK! Why do I have to dress like Fucking Angelina Jolie circa 1998-2002 to work at Macehole's?! I can't even wear the 'sexy' black I would like to... so despite the fact I have a closet of black body-con dresses, tanks and skirts, none of that is appropriate. I am still job searching for another, better paying job. I refuse to see 1/4 of my pay check go to gas every week. Let me tell you, Madame Oar's is looking pretty damn promising these days! JK... I would def. get nakie, but I will not grind my precious goodies on any dude's lap... nasty.
