Oy

Work went well yesterday. Last night I couldn't sleep cuz all I would do is dream about working at Jewel and I dreampt about one particular customer who is a pain in the ass. If you don't do what he wants in 10 seconds he gets very upset. Pain in the ass. Anyway about 6 this morning I woke up and used the potty and every bone in my body was killing me. I was cracking my toes and fingers and back and everything that was crackable! I was laying awake but tired for about 30 mins and then had Off Kilter music in my head so I put on my Sony Network Walkman and set it to Artist and made it play all 4 OK cds and I fell asleep lol. Woke as the last song was playing on the last disk lol. It was great lol. Woke up and started fighting with my family.
I was hungry so I asked what I should eat for breakfast and they didn't answer so I asked what the plans were for going out to lunch and they were wavering and woudln't actually answer, so of course I asked what was for dinner and they just kinda screamed lol. Its fun at my house. I drank some OJ and got dressed. Dude showered while I fed my petz (who have basically all mated, jerks.) We ended up going out to lunch at TGI Friday's for 2 hours (blech). bff and I made plans and I was driving everyone nutz to get home but they were like 'oh no now we are furniture shopping'. AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I made them take me home which pissed them off. They made me take in 2 huge boxes and 1 container for dips. None of these things fit well together and were sliding. I knew they weren't gonna make it in the house in one fucking piece, but .... so they made it to the front door. I put the dip on the mailbox and the food on the ground. I opened the door and then picked up the dip, stacked in on the unstable boxes, picked it all up, they all dropped out of my arms and hit the pavement and Dude went ballistic :) All his hard work making all that crap fit, when I told him not to bother. The last section of my club was all over the pavement, the fries that were drenched in pepper were scattered in the grass and the plant and the doormat. I DIDN'T WANT THE FUCKING FOOD OR I WOULD HAVE EATEN IT!!!! WHY DID THE HAVE TO SMASH EVERY SCRAP OF FOOD IN THERE. Mom's shrimp, everything, everywhere. I didn't even hear dude get out of the car, just the screaming and cursing lol. He was like "PICK IT UP, CLEAN IT UP, TAKE IT INSIDE!!! I threw it all away, he's not gonna be happy about that but Jesus Christ! We aren't living in poverty, we can get food!
Now I am going with bff to Kmart and Walmart to get stuff to make jeans. I don't think Megan is speaking to me or I would have invited her too. Sorry Meg, call me if you want and if you are still speaking to me.
Melissa