Fucking Hell

[Chojin]

I've been up since 7 PM on Thursday due to a mid-day nap without an alarm. After work, I leave the tenant house at my dayjob at 4:30 and attempt to get to the Mobile DJ warehouse by memory (every other time I've have mapquest directions). I head down 50W to 97N and am looking for 198W but don't see it. When I hit 695 it's obvious that I went the wrong way and I head down 95S back to 198. At this time it's 5:00 and I get out my cell phone to call my co-worker and ask him if he just wants to meet at the show, but the phone won't even turn on to show me his number. It's around this time that I also notice I'm scant minutes away from running out of gas, so I pull off on 108 and get to a gas station where I call my father on a payphone and ask him to look up the Mobile DJ company in the yellowpages and give him the story up to this point as to what's happened so he can relate it to the office answering machine. I then get him to log into djwebmin on my account and give me directions to the show. I fuel up and head out.

I head up 95N to reach exit 25 (route 1), only to find after 10 miles (the distance between the first two exits) that I'm going the wrong way. I about-face and head down 95S, looking for exit 25 (route 1). I see exit 27 to route 1 but stay on 95, waiting for my exit. I enter stop-and-go traffic and notice that exit 27 branches off into 495 and exit 25 (route 1), but is conveniently seperated from 95 by a concrete barrier. After I exit traffic, I turn around again and get on route 1.

At this point the directions require I make a left on Baltimore Ave, then another left on Kakalakaow or something street. Unbeknownst to me through the directions received, Baltimore Ave IS route 1, but I spotted the K street and U-turned around. I head down that, then 47th, then Muskogee. Here is when I realize that my father didn't give me a street address for the location, so I go up and down the street about 4 times looking for my co-worker's vehicle. After no luck, I get out of the car and wander the neighborhood looking for people who could help me make a call. I spot an elementary school during this, and since the event is for elementary school kids, I walk on over there. Wandering through the building, I find this kindly old lady who lets me try to make a call, but my father's cellphone is considered long distance from this location. I try entering the number with a "1" prefix and am awarded a shrill tone in my ear for the effort. I ask if I can call collect and the lady says no. I ask if they have internet available on the campus and she says no. She does, however, point me to a nearby 7-Eleven which has a pay phone. I thank her and walk back to my car on Muskogee St, then drive to the 7-Eleven where I wait in line for 15 minutes to get change for a dollar for the payphone. I try to make a call but it insists I dial a "1". I read the long-distance instructions and follow them, to get a busy signal, which shouldn't happen because he has call waiting. I then try to call Emily as I've just recalled her number and get similar results. At this point it's 7:00 and I give up.

I buy some cigarettes, a slurpee, and a candy bar from the 7-Eleven and smoke outside for a while as I try to calm down from all the frustration. I eventually get into my car and don't stop laughing for a good minute or so.

Ok, so I'm feeling pretty good and make my way back home. Since I don't smoke often at all, I've got a pretty wicked buzz going. I'm kinda pissed and spaced and just keep smoking cigarettes with gulps of slurpee inbetween, going through about 6 sticks. I hit a major traffic jam on 95 and suddenly, I don't feel so good no more, yo. It comes and goes in waves, each one worse than the last. I resolve to go through the city instead of 695 because it's slower. I get off of 395 and am juuuust about to make my left on light st when I grab the 7-Eleven bag in the passenger seat and vomit like it's going out of style. Since I'm dodging traffic and changing lanes with my legs while vomiting into the makeshift receptacle, my trained bile-aiming abilities are compromised and I end up with a portion of the shit all over my shirt and pants. At this point I'm just in a stunned, trance-like state holding a warm bag of goo and meandering through Baltimore for a half hour until I get home.

I don't want to hear how bad someone thinks their day is going ever again, you understand?

[glowbelly]

last tuesday i was getting cub ready to go to the health food store.

he was eating lunch so i grabbed him some cute clothes and a fresh diaper. after he was done, i laid him down in the living room and proceeded to undress him. i had his diaper off when i realized that i didn't have his socks. i don't know why it was so important at the time to have his socks, but it was. so i ran into his bedroom to get his socks, when i remembered where i put my debit card. only i didn't remember because it wasn't where i thought it was, so i spent about 3 minutes looking around. i thought "shit! baby in the dining room without a diaper!" i ran back into the dining room to find poop everywhere. all over the baby's hands (which he was putting in his fucking mouth ) and feet and belly and bum and the carpet and exersaucer and toys and ick.

soooo, i took cub into the bathroom and hosed him down. i got him all cleaned up, wrapped him in a towel and put him in his crib with a couple of toys to keep him busy. i went out to the dining room and cleaned up all the poop. i laid a clean towel on the wet floor and made my way back into cub's room where i was greeted with pee everywhere.

ok. so, i finally put a diaper on the boy (good thinkin mom!), change the crib sheets, sop up the piss on the floor, scrub the floor and lay another clean towel down on the wet spots.

cub and i went back in the dining room to find that the cat had moved the clean towel covering the wet spots from the poo clean up and had thrown up in the exact spot i had just cleaned.

so there and that was only about 45 minutes of my day. i won't even go into the crying fits and how many times i have to read the same book in a day.

[Emu]

This thread is depressing. The worst thing that happened to me all day was that I lost to my 10 year old cousin on Soul Calibur II. :/

[CaptainBubba]

I was picking up baskets from the front register at work and I found $41 on the ground. Then I got to leave a half hour early and take home an extra sandwhich because someone didnt want theirs from break. I have three vacations planned in the near future and no real responsibilities.

But my feet hurt real bad all day long so I had a worse day than both of you.

[Guitar Woman]

hearing about your shitty days makes me feel happy

[Emu]

Who the fuck drops forty ONE dollars?

[glowbelly]

you have to laugh about shitty days or else you'll go crazy.

REMEMBER THAT, KIDDIES.

[Terra]

that's right. when i got mugged i came home and laughed my ass off. damn straight!

i didn't think about barfing until the next day

[glowbelly]

that reminds me. my mom told me that if i was being attacked by someone that i should pee.

maybe next time, terra.

[Terra]

well *i* peed on him. does that count??

[Marc Summers]

I was playtesting our game at work because I had nothing else to do after finishing my work, and then had to leave early after I got this wicked headache. Maybe because I was looking between that and a computer screen in the dark because they don't want too many lights on at night

[ArrowX]

I'm not allowed to go to my friends house because its "midnight"

Damnit I want to move out.

[Terra]

but who'll give you your ritalin suppositories??

[ArrowX]

I cant take ritalin anymore, remember my almost dieing thread you little jerk

[Terra]

but who will give you your insulin shots?

[Terra]

in the ass

[ArrowX]

I don't have diabetes, what the hell are you talking about you silly woman?

[liquidstatik]

Originally Posted by StupidKraut

I'm not allowed to go to my friends house because its "midnight"

Damnit I want to move out.

lol

[GADZOOKS]

arrowx your sig is too large.

[Tropical]

i found a really nice house i wanted to rent. I put down a holding deposit for it so i can reserve the house until i move in at June. 2 days later the letting agent cunt called me and told me the landlord is selling the house instead. So the holding deposit does shit.

[Jixby Phillips]

which you are getting back, right?

RIGHT?