|Trashy "Ho" and|
|Hey, just park that tailgate anywhere.|
My front quarter-panel's a good spot!
|Nothin' goin' on in here - just shut|
that lid back, and walk away.
You MIGHT have to slam it.
I walked into work "late" and didn't get to do anything about filing the claim until my lunch break, when all of the folks who work in the "real world" have already gone home on a Friday. (Con)
Got complimented big time on my "look" (which was "Ho, Ho, Ho, Mo-Fo") and I did get to dance a little, even in my impossible-to-dance-in pleather, thigh-high, stiletto-heeled boots... and I worked unassisted through most of the day, taking care of things that I know how to handle. (UP!)
By the time I was able to leave work/the party, my camera battery had died, my cell phone battery had died, and I had to drive around the entire mall to get to the one working exit (which just happened to have been the exit closest to where I was parked). I had no way to call on my claim if there were anything mechanically wrong with my car. I had no way to let Stephen know I was on my way home. I needed to get gas, but our cheap gas station locks their pumps after a certain (unknown) hour. And if I had to speak to a real person to deal with any of these issues, I looked like a tired, cheap hooker. (Downer!)
|Ho, Ho, Ho, Mo-Fo! Yes, those fishnets are neon green, |
Yes, I'm wearing such ENORMOUS false eyelashes that my glasses lived halfway down my nose ALL DAY.
So what have we learned, kids? Ya take the good with the bad, and ya live your freakin' life. What else ya gonna do?
Yes, I realize that it's already tomorrow already. So Sue Me. I'm one tired, cheap-hooker-lookin' gal. See y'all tomorrow (or later).