tonight will be the night i write "the" email.

i mean eventually of course, because i just got home from hell day at work and then family dinner. and i promised i'd make a few phone calls before i got too occupied.

i really don't want to work so early tomorrow. that being said, i won't complain if they get me to stay late, its just that...well 8 am really really sucks. and that also means i have to get up BY 6:30 and be OUT OF THE HOUSE by 7. at the very latest.

i mean i could rush and try and catch a different bus, but if the driver is the same one i had today, then i'm honestly screwed folks. my driver today DIDN'T OPEN THE DOORS! there was 2 of us standing, waiting to get out and he lets in the guy in the front, yet completely ignores us. so i, being apparently the "i'm a bitch and i'm on my way to work" type person slam my feet up to the front of the bus and go "hey. you didn't open the doors." and the driver looks at me like i'm speaking chikenanese. yes. thats a language. i inventeded it. anyways. he's like "oh. i was paying attention to the guy at the front." fuck buddy. were you hung over? and you did the same thing not 3 stops early to some guy who then was like "can't i get off!?" i wonder if maybe he was trying to kidnap a bus load of people...it'd be like speed, only different. and the bomb would only go off whenever any of us actually tried to get off the bus. he could stop, and let people on, but nobody (except maybe people who stinked....and then i'd try to find ways to stink...) would get off.

its the new thriller movie, coming to theaters near you!

ok. time to go start laundry, then make my phone call (s?)...i'm not sure who all i promised i'd call. i'm feeling rather...forgetful.

curses!

music: BT - remember

i swear this song comes on more often than ANY other one, even without my wanting it to (that being said, i get all excited when it comes on because i love it to bits and pieces - BUT wouldn't it be better to love something to just one solid piece instead of bits and pieces? imagine if you loved a pet to bits and pieces...it'd be dead then. and that my friends, would suck. royally.)

man oh man am i ever rambling.

ciao.