This has so not been my day in any way, shape or form. Can I please just be transported back to the weekend again? Because this has so been one fucked up day. Okay, at least there were no spiders, at least that I'm aware of, but besides that, totally fucked up. I check my email around 12:30 and I see I have an email from the cat shelter we adopted, uh, Cat from. In it, I see that she checked his file and well, apparently he may not be neutered like they claimed or if he was, "it's not always done properly". Wonderfuckingful. She did offer one decent piece of advice - apparently there is a product sold at pet stores that she thinks will help the cat calm down and therefore make him less apt to run outside. It's ten bucks and a helluva lot cheaper than a trip to the vet where I'll be told everything is fine and just deal with it so I suppose it's something we can try. Mostly I'm pissed off about the fact that he may not be neutered and they flat out told us, even assured us, that he was.

Then, we have the adopted dog incident that happened yesterday. I'm still pissed about that because who the hell lies to their customers? Then, the icing on the cake, I was had scheduled a lady to come today to look at the old books in the house. She said she'd be here between one and two. At one fifteen, I called and left a message. It's now almost five-thirty and the bitch hasn't even called me back. I'm seriously beginning to wonder how people make it in life when they treat others with such disrespect. Oh, and for some reason, around 11 today, I came down with an atrocious headache where I began vomiting and getting really dizzy. Mom is convinced it's poor nutrition, my anemia and my allergies but I've never heard of allergies that make someone vomit and get dizzy.

Speaking of my mother, I posted a conversation with her so everyone can see exactly what I deal with on an almost daily basis. She stalks my boyfriend online, tells me I dont eat enough and then in the next mouthful, that I need to lose weight, and has a very deep rooted love of the exclamation point. Seriously, every other minute it's "!!!!". I wish my life was that damned exciting. Oh, and apparently my mother isn't big on capitalizing, well, almost anything. But she's my mom and even in all her insanity, I love her. Besides, if she'd pay for a damn Bailey's gym membership, I'd love her forever and ever. Not that I won't love her forever and ever anyway but still... Better yet, I want a damned trampoline. Let her give me the money that would go towards the gym membership and I shall buy myself a super early birthday present at Sam's Club. A 12 foot in diameter trampoline. Jesus, I'm twenty-two years old in three and a half months and I'm lusting after a trampoline like it's a Prada skirt or something.

Ah, clothing. That reminds me, that whole Seven for All Mankind bullshit that seems to be the hottest thing right now in jeans. Okay, if you're going to market your jeans as being for "all mankind", can you at least make sure they go up to a size 14? I mean, god forbid they go up to a size 16 or 18 and actually include the general population because, hell, we all know the National Center for Health Statistics is totally lying when they say the average woman is 5'4 and 152 pounds. Of course, this means that if the National Center for Health Statistics is lying then obviously, the Center for Disease Control is lying when they say that forty-four million Americans are considered obese and up to ten million or more of those are considered morbidly obese. I'm all for extremely thin people (so long as they're healthy) and people spending 100 bucks plus on a pair of jeans, I just think Seven should be a bit more honest in their marketing claim. Perhaps they could change their name to "Seven For Those Who's Bodies Are Not Proportionate To The Size Of The Only Thick Thing On Them, Their Skulls". Speaking of jeans, I saw in a magazine at Cub that Avenue's stretch jeans were rated the best by the editors for "slimming curves" and Lane Bryant's Venezia's bootcut jeans were the highest rated by the readers. I like the Venezia's better because the fabric lasts longer and they have a better cut but I (and others) really do appreciate what Avenue does for my butt. If only I could find a bra that does for my rack what these jeans do for my ass. Supposedly, there is one out there but I think I may have tried it before. Then again, that could be because the old one is a C cup and really, when you're pushing it trying to squeeze your mammoth mammaries into a DD bra every day, you shouldn't even be looking at the C cups. Oh how I miss the days of the single letter bra. Who am I kidding? I don't remember the days of the single letter bra.

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