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Nothing's working out right

Ugh, I'm pmsy. Yeah, I said it. I do that all the time. My time of the month is hardly a secret, so why act like it's some sort of...secret? I'm WAY too bitchy when I have it, so everyone knows. I only swear not to talk about the gruesome details or anything. All you need to know is that I want a whole bunch of food that is extremely bad for me. Fourth of July, HERE I COME!!

But I pampered myself today. I gave my little toesies a nice pedicure. Then a whole bunch of hours later, I went to visit my dear friend Ms. Dairy Queen. Butterfinger Blizzard HELLO!!!

I'm coming to the sad realization that once I finish Bermudez, I will be out of books again. And when you haven't any money but an extreme need for some literature, this can be debilitating. I always figure if I help my Dad out at work, that he'll pay me in books--he tends to do this--but all the books I choose are new (aka $20 or more) and he's starting to get irritated by my expensive book addiction. There's a simple solution--LA BIBLIOTECA!!! (The Library.)

Here's the deal-breaker (or whatever the climactic anti-idea thinger is)...

I have a job interview at the library set up for next week! (That is, if I choose to go through with it.) The lady called me today and asked if the date was all right, but I had already made up my mind that I didn't want to work at the library. So I told her I'd have to check my OH-SO busy schedule.

Of course I'm going to go through with it. I NEED CASH!!!!!!!!

The shitty thing is, the library would only pay me $6.65 an hour. THAT'S BELOW MINIMUM WAGE! Errrrr. This is a frustrating thing. I need to make a list of pros and cons or something.

I dunno. I just need to think. think. think. Someone get out the tampons, a heating pad, and a bowl of chocolate sauce.

PS- My mother scheduled our family reunion/devyn's graduation party for JULY 21st. This is probably the most VEXATIOUS thing that my mother could do to me. I'm supposed to be waiting by the mailbox all day or reading in complete and udder silence, not tending to all my cousins. Oh God. I feel a headache coming on. (And if you don't know, July 21st is the day that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows comes out. I was planning on NOT DOING ANYTHING that entire day so that I could read in peace. Turns out, my plans were FUCKED UP. This is BULLSHIT.)

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SalGal said…
The Hubs has had this day (Book 7 day) planned for me since the last one came out. He was going to get me a hotel room and stock it up with my favorite snacks so nobody would bother me (or more likely, I wouldn't snap the head off of anyone foolish enough to come near me!) while consuming the book in 12 hours or less.

I told him to save the cash and lock me in our room instead, with everything else going as planned.

HOO-HA!

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