The Many Misadventures of Me

Well, today was quite a day. I was in a most foul mood for much of it, too, but things have improved recently. IE I got the laptop I wanted. And, well, negotiations for the Senior Trip have begun anew.

Anyway. Back to the bad stuff. So, I had one goal for today, right? A singular mission. Shouldn't be too hard/ take too much time, ya know? I was gonna finish Rose's pres-net. So I headed off to Target because I had heard they had the type of paper I needed to complete said pres-net.

Well, I spend five minutes finding a parking space because everyone and their dog felt like going to Petsmart and Target today. Then I go on in and spend five minutes roaming around trying to find the crafts section. Then I realize that it's probably in the computer supplies section, so I roam around in THERE for a while trying to find it. At first I was elated because I thought I had accomplished my mission. Iron-on transfers for dark cotton shirts! YES!!! But no. Turns out that was an ADVERTISEMENT on the package for the WHITE COTTON transfers. And did Target stock both? Awww, heeeeeeell naw. That'd be too easy, ya know?

So then I figure I'll have to drive all the way up to Michael's, so I decide it's a good time to return my library books and a few long-overdue movies. So I drop the books off on the way and hit Michael's. They have absolutely nothing useful. I tried hard to find something. I really did. But they didn't feel like helping. So I was driving back down Manchester and I decided to stop into the Hallmark store, just in case, cuz I associate Hallmark with housewives who like making dumb photo-t-shirt keepsakes. Nope. No dice.

What about Kinko's? They have lots of printer paper stuff, right? Nope. Not THAT Kinko's, at least!

So....argh. I paid my late fee.

And tomorrow I'm gonna try Ben Franklin's.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooo pissy. Argh.

Hmm. and if I see one more bad driver force me to wait ten minutes to make a left turn on manchester while the asshole behind me rolling his eyes and flipping me off because he can't see that there's a car in my way...the bazooka's coming outta the trunk and there are gonna be some fleshy charred spots on the asphalt.

XD