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worst day ever.

and not to keep whining about being in a wreck. . .

but i almost went though a windshield.

and today was worse.

curiouser and curiouser.

in other news, i finally have a tiny bit of money, simply because i refused to let the bank eat my check since i think my next check will be bigger and can cover the whole thing. i had to give lane bryant a hundred bucks today, and it hurts to hand over a crisp hundred dollar bill. damn them and their awesome clothes that fit me. damn them straight to hell. but i still have three hundred dollars to spend there. . . .and a gift card. . .they can go to hell after i get my clothes. . . .

seventy some dollars went to bluegrass cellular. they can go fuck themselves.

had to close tonight. i do not wish to talk about it. ow, my feelings. i'm just going to pretend it never happened and try again next time.

besides, i got home and one of my favorite episodes of metalocalypse was on, when murderface fell off the murdercycle and slid down the road like it was a slip-n-slide. but instead of being wet with water, it was wet with murderface blood!! yaaaay! and instead of sliding on his tummy, he slid on his face!! double yaaaay!!

my head is scabby.

i know you're tired of hearing 'ow my car wreck hurts'. but only my friends read my blog, and if you really are my friend you would know that i'm very whiny, especially when something hurts. and i will keep whining until i stop finding things that hurt. and as of now, i keep randomly finding ouchy spots. so whine i must.