Uggg. I've been in a disgustingly horrible mood today, darlings. I ordered my mom an expensive-ass purse for Christmas (hand-made) and the stupid bitch fucked up the look. SO, now I've gotta get that all straightened out because I'm not gonna drop $125 for a purse that doesn't look the way I/she wanted. I swear, this purse-maker's mother must've been on Drano when she was pregnant.
I went out to pick up David's Christmas present today and had to fight every numb-nuts bastard in the Dallas-Forth Worth area. There's nothing like an overmarketed holiday to screw up my mood and my ability to navigate life outside the sweat-stain little town where I live.
The good news is, I'm off to downtown Dallas tomorrow to hang out with David. We're gonna have lunch and he's gonna show me around the nursing school. I fear I'll be exposed to the test dummies (they're anatomically correct). Woot!
Have I mentioned how frustrating it is to gain 10 pounds in a semester? Fuck me. I hate my body. I'll trade someone.
On TV: Friends (The one where Ross sells Brown Bird cookies)
Music: Johnny Cash
Reading: Inkheart (Cornelia Funke)
In my head: Waning rage. God, I need my Zoloft back.