Grumble grumble

I finally got my sister to answer her phone today. She talked to me for a whole two minutes before calling me a bitch and hanging up on me. Then she turned off her phone before I could call back. She has service through stupidass Cricket Wireless and when you call it actually tells you "Your call cannot be connected because the Cricket customer you are calling has turned off their phone." What the fuck? Like, way to rub it in my face, assholes.

It was a real frustrating day and I sat in my hot ass car like having a fucking breakdown after I heard that stupid message. It may as well have said "You doesn't wanna talk to you, stop calling!" Fuck Cricket. So I sat there for like a minute crying and becoming this gross mix of sweat and makeup and tears and snot, and I was like "this is stupid." So I just came in and buried my head into the couch pillow for like an hour and devised this shitty letter to her in my head, then talked myself out of it.

It's not like I'm okay with her hating me over some shit that really has nothing to do with me...it's just that I'm too frustrated to even care right now.

Oh, and I saw this right in front of my door today when I got home:

Nice place for a used condom, whoever you are. You can get a hotel room in this town for like nine dollars a night...you really need to fuck in the stairwell? I hope your next condom breaks and you get herpes. There, I said it.

Oh well, at least I stayed on plan today even though all the junk. And I found my old tracker journal thingy to boot:

Still way too many points to have left at like 7pm. It's a work in progress.

I feel super bitchy. Glad today's over.