Jamie: how'd the afternoon at home go?
me: not well
i cleaned = good!
me: i edited two catalog pages = not good
ive been feeling really shitty
like life shitty?
you're dealing with loss!
of a house
me: i fell asleep and when i was vacuuming, i was all of a sudden in so much pain that i doubled over and sat on the toilet for 30 minutes
me: and then this fucking kid selling magazines to go on a fake trip to paris knocked on my door
and yes, life shit and sick shit
all of it
Jamie: fuck that kid, psh.
couldnt he at least be selling candy?
me: yeah i was rude to him and said: im going to stop you right there because there is no way im buying anything from you
i would have bought that
how old was IT?
oh my god
Jamie: oh way easier to say no to
me: oh yeah
Jamie: than an 8 year or somethingg
me: he was annoyingly friendly and kept trying to give me high fives
Jamie: haha i can just imagine you
me: and i was all sweaty from being in pain and pooping
it was bad
i just went to walmart because i need tampons for my fake period
and i could barely keep my eyes open
im considering calling in sick tomorrow actually
though i probably wont
Jamie: well see how you feel in the mroning but if its like that, you should
Sent at 9:08 PM on Wednesday
Jamie: no one wants to catch that from you anyway
me: i actually thought...maybe im having a miscarriage
amie: think you had some bad ham or something? haha
Jamie: oh man, i've totally thought i was having a miscarriage before,
me: the pain! ahhh
and the blood clots
and the crying fetus
me: i did sit and listen for a second
looked for a spine
we continue talking about fast food and other booshit for another 15 minutes until i decide it's time to walk away from the computer and over to the tv to watch top chef, all stars. i fucking love that show.
*i apologize if you see some odd formatting here - my gchat is upset and lashing out at me. copy/paste problems can't hold me down gchat! i don't give a fuuuuuuuh.