Today:
I'm still sick - going on two weeks now - and on the last day of my period. This cold is going to make it hard to sing in the SDCC concert this weekend, which sucks.
I took my car in to get the driver's side mirror replaced - you know, the one that was obliterated in a hit-and-run while my car was parked on the street over the weekend - and it cost over half of what I just (finally) got back from closing my NatWest account.
As Irish & I were walking around the U-district, waiting for the call from the VW dealership, a bird shit on me - on my face. I was actually a little happy that it missed my hair and clothes, but still.
In other news, I can overhear Irish on the phone with his evil stepmother out on the porch, talking about getting me a puppy for my birthday.
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ha puppy? my dad got my mom a dog for valentine's one year and she was so pissed off. she ended up really loving the dog, "jasmine", but at the time that he gave it to her was like WTF, thanks for getting me something else to take care, butt-head. feel better, though.
Yeah... that sounds awesome, except not so smart if you have ANY FINANCIAL ISSUES AT ALL.
(Sorry... grew up seeing my parents throw massive amounts of money at the pets...)
Yay! A Post!
*reads post*
Damn.
Also, what c-list said.
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