so i had a REALLY bad day. rather than re-type it all, i'll post to you, what i put on the MMC board. okee? good.

May i just rant about my suck ass fucking stupid fucking retarted day please?

Thanks. Okay i was fucking DEAD tired yesterday. i only slept 3 hours before my pond interview. When david was over i fell asleep and i woke up and he was leaving..but i managed to stay up till 2 because i was re-doing some stuff in my room. I figured i could sleep till like 1 today [which is early for me].

So i get up at 9:30 to take my brother to school, like i do every morning..and come back to go back to sleep. i hate this, but i do it everyday. As soon as i get home i have a message on my machine - my parents are fuckheads, they forgot to pack him a lunch - can i go take it to him. Um no. It takes like 12 or so minutes to get there. My contacts were already out, i was ready to sleeeeeeeeeep. When he forgets his lunch they give him an emergencyone, so it was no biggie. but NO My step mom called me demanding i would take it to him and i just said no. This is what got me after like 3 minutes she said 'lunchable in the fridge, lunch pail in the sink' and hung up. Dude, i fell back asleep. she called back, i gave in - i'd take it to him AT HIS LUNCH TIME. No need for me to wake up an hour early and ta ke it to him. So i get it there at noon. their lunch is at noon. no biggie. The bitch inthe office [long story - i fucking hate her. if davey is 2 min early, and marcia calls she says he just BARELY made it and..long story. shes just a whore with a stick up her never exlpored ass] was like 'you're late it had to be here by 1145 - we already gave him a lunch and you have to pay for it. Goodbye" im like, 'bitch she said i could have it here by noon' 'well you're wrong, goodbye' ERUUUUUUUUUUUUH. At least ididnt get in troulbe for it. Marcia is like 'i didnt authorize it' Dude, she KNEW a lunch was coming. anyhow. thats bitch one.

bitch 2 - i was awake from that point on. im still fucking tired. i only slept like 6 hours and that was broken sleep.

i called my lawyer to ask where my check is because i should have gotten it by monday - she said they got it in the mail today so im like bugging cos im in debt cos ive been ordering and spending, AND i wont be able to buy my vegas ticket because i dont have cash because my bank is a fucking RETARD and wont let me touch my money until 2 days when the check clears

bitch 3 - So im online typing la la and SUBWAY calls. He's like 'come in for a casual interview, right now. So i rush over there in my sweater and hes like..creepy. i dunno. I just didn't like him. and he was kinda..uh to me. Turns out he wanted me for days [and i think he was even gonna hire me], but i have school in 2 weeks. he said he'd ask a manger. but he like..kept talking. he asked me what i did. i said web and concerts. he asked what kindamusic. i said tori. he went on about her and how she was pretty. he asked how many shows a year. i told him. i told him how much i saw tori. he went on and on and ON about how he didnt understand obsessive fans and stuff...and i was trying to justify it..and just stuff. and he was talking about how if he read over the lyrics they meant nothing to him but that he understood that they did and somehow he was basically asking me what is it she helpspeople with. dude, im not gonna go 'oh really fucked up depressed people that like, have religion conflicts' because he looked like a bible thumper. So anyhow, he pisssed me off. i like dont WANT to work with him. ew'

keep in mind im in a car w/o air conditioning and a sweter - this is adding to my bitchiness

Bitch 4 - okay next rant. since im OUT i decide to go shopping like i needed too. bra shopping if you care :p Okay im a B cup and like, i tried on a C and it was WAY TOO FUCKING tight, but the same exact bra in a B was fine. i dont get it. anyway i bought those and some cargo dor type pants for some reason. and its hot. and i get gas and decide to get my car wash in one of those gas station kinds. and i know in a bug its risky, but ive never had a problem so i did it. it was a fucking STRONG ass car wash. it was kinda scary. when i get out and im leaving i realize - hey my ORIGINAL 1965 side view mirror is moved WAY down..i move it..dude, the ENTIRE FUCKING MIRROR IS SHATTERED. okayhelllllllllllllllllllo? Then my brakes fail. but they worked again. so im worked up about that. i have to drive ALL the way across town [its still fucking hot] and get another one....then i go get davey. i pop my tape out..and the radio is coming in like, bad. its always crystal clear and then i realize - okay not only is my mirror shattered, but MY FUCKING RADIO ANTENA IS COMPLETLEY GONE!ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR evil car wash. but they cant be responsible for ANY Of it. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. no FUCKING RADIO.

bitch 5 - okay. this rant is gross. im like on the rag...but alllllllllll day today its like..non existant. there is like NOTHING...kinda early for that, but i just put on a liner since like, im almost out of normal pads. and because i ran out for the interview, i forgot to put a big one on just incase. i was out shopping like 2 hours too. i get hom and im changing and i notice something. ERF> when did the flow turn back on. hellllllllllo thosewhere my fucking favorite jeans. MY FAVORITE ONES. Theyre in the fucking washing machine with so much woolite in them ill probably have to wash them twice.

okay, and this is whats made me so angry and frustrated that....im about to cry at the moment. if you read, thank you :]
erin dolll
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okay yeah it was along post. i even included todays sig. heh. okay. um. so i feel a little better. the end

7/22/98 - erin 1