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lunch time wahoos
12 August 2005 13:41ok so i ran out during lunch. stopped at sally's before and got a bottle of hair dye. get this: brown. i bought fucking brown hair dye. yeah. like close to my natural hair color brown. the only difference is this is brown with a gold base and my natural has a red base.
heh. i'm dying my hair brown... how... natural...
anywho. i then went over to the mall. got my ring cleaned, forgot to ask them for a new bottle of cleaner. guess i'll stop by some other time and get that.
then i had to fight through the tangle of idiots at the food court. finally i get in line at taco hell. there is a woman and two kids (ages about 7 & 5) in front of me. i'm startled to find out that they are not together. so woman and i look on as jackass old dude cuts in front of her and goes directly to the counter, in the mean time the two kids are fighting over what they will spend their money on. by the time jackass old dude is done the woman goes to one cashier, the kids to the other. fine whatever. then i get my turn. well the non-english speaking cook starts calling out numbers (in fucking spanish) and everyone is confused. then the two kids start wandering around and not paying attention. well all their food is sitting on the counter waiting for them to take it (i can tell, they got kids meals). finally someone else comes up and starts actually reading the numbers in english and i realize that mines been sitting there for awhile. durr... so it's cold by the time i get it.
then i hae to fight with stroller bitch in the parking lot. her freaking mini van happens to be next to mine and i got there first, so you can pretty much figure out that i'm pissed when she parks stroller behind my bumper and starts getting her kids out of it. there's another fucking bumper on the otherside and no one is trying to back out with that one!!! >grumbles< so i put it in reverse and take off the parking break, basically making my car look like it's about to back up (i wasn't going to, honest!) and she realizes that i want to leave, and moves the fucking stroller, meanwhile giving me the death stare because i put her pretious trolls in danger. durr...
so i'm back at work, barely able to concentrate, desperate to go home and color my hair and not be at work. oh and i'll probably be drinking beer the minute i get in the car. also i think i'm bringing blankets to wendy's tonight and preparing myself to sleep there... yeah... probably a good plan...
heh. i'm dying my hair brown... how... natural...
anywho. i then went over to the mall. got my ring cleaned, forgot to ask them for a new bottle of cleaner. guess i'll stop by some other time and get that.
then i had to fight through the tangle of idiots at the food court. finally i get in line at taco hell. there is a woman and two kids (ages about 7 & 5) in front of me. i'm startled to find out that they are not together. so woman and i look on as jackass old dude cuts in front of her and goes directly to the counter, in the mean time the two kids are fighting over what they will spend their money on. by the time jackass old dude is done the woman goes to one cashier, the kids to the other. fine whatever. then i get my turn. well the non-english speaking cook starts calling out numbers (in fucking spanish) and everyone is confused. then the two kids start wandering around and not paying attention. well all their food is sitting on the counter waiting for them to take it (i can tell, they got kids meals). finally someone else comes up and starts actually reading the numbers in english and i realize that mines been sitting there for awhile. durr... so it's cold by the time i get it.
then i hae to fight with stroller bitch in the parking lot. her freaking mini van happens to be next to mine and i got there first, so you can pretty much figure out that i'm pissed when she parks stroller behind my bumper and starts getting her kids out of it. there's another fucking bumper on the otherside and no one is trying to back out with that one!!! >grumbles< so i put it in reverse and take off the parking break, basically making my car look like it's about to back up (i wasn't going to, honest!) and she realizes that i want to leave, and moves the fucking stroller, meanwhile giving me the death stare because i put her pretious trolls in danger. durr...
so i'm back at work, barely able to concentrate, desperate to go home and color my hair and not be at work. oh and i'll probably be drinking beer the minute i get in the car. also i think i'm bringing blankets to wendy's tonight and preparing myself to sleep there... yeah... probably a good plan...
