long day.

couldn't sleep last night...i tried to wait up for daniel since he said he was only going to the shop for a few hours. i finally gave up around 1am (even though i had to be up at 6am). i called him twice with no answer and then sent a text.

he finally gets home at 5AM, wakes me up and gives me the rundown of his day.

really? that's awesome but fuck you...you don't bother to call me all god damned day and now you want to talk my head off?? he apparently left the shop at 11pm and went to one of the artist's house and just "hung out"

FABULOUS. fucking call me you douchebag instead of letting me sit at home and worry.

oh, and for the icing on the cake....after he gets done telling me about his day, he wants to have sex.

umNO.

wake up at 630, get ready as fast as i can, tired as shit, sit in rush hour traffic freaking out that i'm going to be late and Josh won't be able to get in and put up the truck.
i get there at 815 and i'm the only one there. i wondered wtf everyone was, until i realized....IT'S TUESDAY.
so not truck day.
great. i'm early. :|

blahblahblah. go through the motions with lots of caffeine. i'm trying so damn hard to get my speed numbers and PAR repair guy comes in the middle of the rush to fix something THAT'S NOT BROKEN and he's all sorts of up in my way, fucking up my speed. he figures out that nothing's wrong and leaves.

i swear to you, the second he walks out the door, this old lady walks in with a huge silver clipboard and i'm like "oh fuck."

yep. surprise health inspection!!!!

i freak out and send ana to run around the store and correct anything that could be out of place. if i fuck up this inspection i will seriously kill myself.

i did fine though. answered her questions and we got a perfect score. 100% bitches.



so now...i'm finally home. my feet are killing me, i'm cramping, i'm pmsing and to be honest, i'm feeling pretty damn hideous right now. my face decided to blow up overnight and i'm bloated so i feel like a whale. UGHHGHGHGHGHGH.

i got out of the shower and put on make up. yeah. my best friend is coming over just to chill and whatever. he really could care less what i look like...but FUCK. i can't stand this. i really wanna call him up for a raincheck. this is depressing.