I just went to the post office, took an early lunch to help beat the crowd, stood in line for over a half freaking hour, so that i could pick up my mail and pay off my p.o. box fee, which i had spaced off doing.
when they FINALLY called my number, i realized that i had neither my credit card, NOR my i.d. on me.
that was a nice freaking pleasure visit to the post office. LORD freaking knows that nothing else came of it, other than some people watching and some cursory conversation with one creepy guy.
talk about being freaking pissed OFF at yourself.
pardon me, while i break something.
when they FINALLY called my number, i realized that i had neither my credit card, NOR my i.d. on me.
that was a nice freaking pleasure visit to the post office. LORD freaking knows that nothing else came of it, other than some people watching and some cursory conversation with one creepy guy.
talk about being freaking pissed OFF at yourself.
pardon me, while i break something.
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Course, I always find something else to blame it on.
"That fucking asshole in the fucking parking lot that couldnt drive disturbed my train of thought the fucking idiot...fuck him and his fucking existence God damn it..."etc etc
mahahaha
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