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After reading this entry over, I really could go for some comfort food.

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Feb. 1st, 2012 | 07:43 pm
location: US, South Carolina, Cayce, Richland, Zion Ave, 1908

What a loooooong day.

Woke up at 6:30 this morning to watch my boss in action in the courtroom. One of the victims went berserk and a police officer had to get him away from us (would have been cooler if he got arrested... Sorry, I'm a geek for this stuff). After court, I drove to work... Only to spent 2 1/2 hours in a small closet putting together posters for police trainings. This tiny closet wasn't so horrible once I took off my shoes, jacket, and talked myself out of loneliness!

Then I got in a random argument with my boyfriend, which was my fault-- he complained that his parents cut his allowance, so I grew frustrated and snapped things like, "You weren't just born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you were born on a bed of them..."

That statement requires a lot of explaining, but I'm so exhausted...

After work I went to classes, went to my extracurricular clubs, and drove home-- the ride was interesting, to say the least. I grabbed a "stress" cig, but ended up burning a hole in my pants, melting them too... So, in the midst of driving, I opened up a soda and dumped it on my pants.

That's what I get for smoking.

I called my roommate, and she brought a blanket to my car so I wouldn't have to walk inside with holes and wet marks on the crotch of my pants.

She designs costumes, so I let her cut the jeans up for her fabric collection.

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from: fiendishfox
date: Feb. 3rd, 2012 06:59 am (UTC)

Oh my gosh! That sounds like the set up for a horrible accident in a movie. Lucky your friend helped you out! =P

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from: adam_0oo
date: Feb. 3rd, 2012 04:36 pm (UTC)

That is a great smoking story. What clubs do you do? A bed of silver spoons would be expensive, but uncomfortable.

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