Now, how do you go about doing that when the nearest bar is 8 miles away, and you're afraid of being raped?
I'm asking because well 6 out of 7 of the days since my last blog post where glorious. Day 7 was as awful as the Clippers beating the Lakers. Should have seen it coming, I mean c'mon right? 6 consecutive days of happiness and glee, who in the shit do I think I am? I got to see my humor hero Kevin Hart live and that was pure gold. IT SNOWED. To most, that doesn't seem too thrilling, but it was quite intriguing . Ate at this extremely delicious Japanese restaurant with some new friends, and the sushi was superb. Bought a dress. Watched some Denzil Washington in that new movie 'Safe House', Ryan Reynolds didn't ruin it. loved..so so much. Got some good sleep, did some drawing, and had some coffee. Just 6 refreshing days, what more could a girl ask for?
but on the seventh day...
I got pulled over for going, get this, 4 miles over the speed limit. I'm already pissed because Starbucks had no birthday cakepops, so naturally I give the cop lip. I'm looking for my drivers license, registrations.., and I can't find my insurance papers anywhere. Stressing out big time by now, and this chipper ass-hat cop is just smiling and crap. Sends me over the edge. He lectures me, for I shit you not 20 minutes about the safety of speed limits, and lets me off with a "verbal warning." BAM.
The movers that packed my shipment from California leaves a voice mail pretty much telling me that my storage time was cut from 90 days to about 2 weeks, so I needed to figure out my permanent living situation so they could drop my shit off. Which is completely inconvenient considering I DO NOT HAVE A PERMANENT LIVING SITUATION. Not to mention I'm pretty sure I was running a fever, and my headache was as ugly as Kevin Bacon. So at this point I decide to take a nap, but nope, my roommate who I'm not sure if I liked or not was blasting music. I mean she's nice and all but she's a little snarky, and short, and does this side pony tail thing. I couldn't take her seriously. (She's gone now, left for Japan) I leave, and decide to go grab some food. Debit card gets all the way the fuck declined, and I drive away to some hidden location and start screaming. Like how in the damn could all this happen in 1 day.
I got over it though, went to an ATM took 40 bucks from savings and bought a 6 pack of Blue Moon. Had four and passed out right before the Grammy's started, which is good because I was team Foo Fighters. Whatever, though.
Anyways, I'm at the liberty center, and these idiots put on Breaking Dawn. I'm going to leave before I start crying.
