Utterly Irate

It has been THAT day. You know the one. The one where even when you do things right they turn out to be wrong. I am perturbed, frustrated, and at the moment inconsolable. Right now this is what I would like to do to all the people and things that have me in this state.



The cell phone has been out of commission for some time because I couldn't afford the whole bill and they refused to give me a refund for my latest phone. I feel cut off from all of you lovely people. Then today I find out why.

Called the bank because there was a charge I needed to dispute. I didn't make the charge and had no clue where it came form. The charge in question is for a straight adult web site. So I look back at past statements to see what else may need to be brought into question. There has been some very strange activity since December. The exact time I was buying Christmas presents on-line. One of the many sites I used did not have a secure pay page. Some piece of shit got my personal information. They tried to buy jewelry in Kansas City MO. Has been using Skype. I don't have a web-cam. And then the porn subscription. The nice man at the bank is investigating. I have agreed to prosecute when the time comes. And it WILL come! All that money including the overdraft charges will be coming back to me. In 10 business days. So two weeks and everything will be super. In the mean time I am waiting for a new debit card.

Broke like a vase in a house full of toddlers. I have been studying for my anatomy lab test today. Studying my brains out. Seriously, I think some of them leaked onto the pillow which suggests encephalitis and that brings up other worries. Got my crap packed and went downstairs to head downtown. Thoughts of arteries, veins, and lymph nodes dancing in my head. Got in the car and backed up to go. I hear a flop flop flop floppity flop. !@#%&^RVHT$D*&^$ Yes I censored myself because you really don't want to hear the expletives of frustration that I uttered. Flat tire. Last thing I need right now. Don't have the money to fix it. Nor can I miss any school or work.

My dad just happened to be home for lunch. He has a spare that I can steal. Go to his car and take the cover off his spare. It is also flat and bald. This would be the point in my day where the old me would start drinking until I couldn't feel feelings. The new me stops, screams, and starts working out a plan. I wish it was a plan like the gif at the top of the post. Maturity says that murder is illegal. Looking at it cosmically I guess I brought some of this upon myself. Not sure how but we will roll with it.

Not going to leave you with my irritated ramblings. Chew on this and I will see you guys friday.



Kisses
Dan