Friday, July 16, 2004
It's been going on for over a week now. The bizarre-ass crap. The crackheads were trying to steal my money. That got worked out, thank god. I still couldn't access my bank account for 5 days, though. Bastards.
My baby hasn't been taking a regular nap. This led to her crying non-stop for an hour on the day that I had planned an outing with friends. Had to cancel. Felt like I was abusing my baby. Cried.
I can't motivate myself to clean anything, sew anything, or do anything productive besides read. I feel like I want to get something done, I'll get up to do it, and then I'll say to myself, "Screw it. I'll do it later."
Oh, and I haven't been sleeping, either.
So, to fix all of this, I went to get my feet done. The best foot girl in the business worked on me, and she even painted flowers on my big toes. Flowers! I feel so much better, but I still need a nap.
--groovygrrl, queen of depressive states
Friday, July 09, 2004
Whatever! This is part of the reason I haven't been writing: the crackheads who work at Sears Roebuck keep charging me, over and over, for the 1 (one) dishwasher I purchased. I have spent many hours in anguish, talking to the bank, and screaming at the crackheads, to no avail.
"You just have to wait," they say.
"But don't you see this?" I shriek, "My bank account had zero (0) dollars in it yesterday! Now, it has NEGATIVE 400 dollars! Why are you people stealing my money? How am I going to feed my family?"
Sears crackhead says, "Yes, I know, it sucks, but there's nothing we can do but wait."
After all that, and not being able to access my bank account, they tell me "it sucks." This is why I try to avoid crackheads.
I guess I'll go check my bank statement online; not that it will matter.
--groovygrrl, queen of purchasing dishwashers