The Girl Who Curses A Lot

(Oh, how America’s Next Top Model of me….)

There is going to be a lot of cursing in this entry. A lot of it.
No, really. A lot.
And, no. I am not putting it after the jump. q:

Today has been unbelievably long. I didn’t leave work until after 7 pm. I had so much to do to prepare for going to New York that I just couldn’t leave any sooner.
And, really, it was just downhill from there.

I have a couple of announcements.

First: Attention drivers in the left lane. If you are not going at least the speed limit, get the FUCK out of the way. Seriously. Get your fucking ass into the RIGHT lane. All you are doing is making people stuck behind you scream obscenities at you and want to cut you. Speed the fuck up or get the fuck into the right lane. Asshole.

Second: Attention drivers. If you pull into the left turn lane and realize after the light for going straight has turned red – and filled up with people – that you do not want to turn left, unless you are ALONE in the left turn lane, turn left anyway, make a U-Turn, then turn left again. Deciding you NEED to go straight after the entire light has gone red – and there are people are behind you – only makes the person behind you honk and scream obscenities because you have now caused that person (or those people) to have to wait another cycle of the light because you truly feel the world revolves around you. News Flash. It doesn’t. TURN FUCKING LEFT! Fucking bastard.

Announcements over.

After all that – I get to the post office and – it’s closed. (My post office is actually open pretty late. 7:30 pm.) Goddammit. Fucking chite. I’m not going to be NEAR my damn post office – when it’s open – until TUESDAY. Are they going to send my package back?! I’m going to have to call them. Fucking chite.

And – now I’m home.

I get to pack, clean up the cat’s litter box, take out the trash, pay some bills, then go to bed.

Get up at 5 am.

Go to work. Finish planning for Thursday night and Friday. Actually do WORK Thursday.

Leave to drive to New York.

I quit.

Seriously.

What do I quit?

Life. Ugh.