It is worse under stress. That stupid hearing dealing with the mo-fo pedophile was pushed back yet again! I was so mad I had to delete my last post about it. This time I was practically on my way to the airport when they told me it was postponed until the end of August.
Ever since then, I have been on edge and it is getting worse. I had not left my house since Sunday until today (and that is why I have been blogging every day). Today, my mom calls me to see if I will meet her at the nail salon. Well, I definitely need to go. I am a mess. OK, I will do it. Big Mistake.
PART ONE:
SUNSHINE CAFE CAN KISS MY ASS
After we get our nails done, we decide go to the Sunshine Cafe in Silverthorne which is in the same strip mall as the nail place. I have been eating at this restaurant for 20 + years (even though I do not go there often). This is a kind of place that has lots of vegetarian items and hires little hippie chicks as waitresses. These are little girls who think they are so cool because they live in Colorado and wear ugly shoes and go to Widespread Panic concerts. Well Goldilocks Granolaface was giving me a bad vibe from the get-go. I am not one to lightly throw out the "IST" card but WTF? And by "IST" I mean racist, agist, sexist, big butt-ist, sexual orientation-ist or anti-tourist or whatever she had a problem with. I think most of the time people are too wrapped in themselves to notice or care about you. I don't know what Goldilocks had against me and my mom, and I will spare you the details, but I had the worst dining (or lack of dining) experience that I can remember in a long, long time. When I left I was practically in tears, but I had to go to Target.
PART TWO:
TARGET CAN KISS MY ASS
If you know me, you know I hate Wal-Mart. While Target may screw your pocketbook, Wal-mart screws your humanity. So of the two, I'd rather get screwed by Target. Target has a habit of not honoring their advertised sale signs, so now I just pull them off and take them to the register in case they decide to argue. I know it may be a tad bit extreme, but trust me it is better than returning to the customer service to get a price fix when they inevitably screw it up or getting in an argument with someone who is too damn lazy to walk across the store to verify that I am not lying.
Much to my utter amazement, they actually rang this up correctly and I did not have to get in an argument (even though I probably was looking for one by this point).
Earlier, I was totally pissed by this Target injustice. I love this stupid Loreal makeup. It is the only makeup that I have ever loved. It is perfect. I have never found anything like it. I need shade C7.
Look what Target has done to me!
At this point I am feeling persecuted. WHAT ABOUT ME??? WHAT ABOUT C6 and C7???
Then I looked up and saw the Loreal spokeswhore looking down on me and smirking.
I am sorry, Ms. Longoria-Parker, but you are definitely a C6.
F my life.
And I know what you are thinking. Why the hell do I need makeup when I don't leave my house except to take my dogs on a walk? You, my friend, have a very good point.
