Today, my bank info got stolen AND my car got broken into (right in front of my apartment). I spent the day on hold with Bank of America/filing a police report/talking to indifferent apartment management. There's really no anger like that which arises from spatial violation. Especially when stupid podunk ass police tell you condescending things like "Well, you *did* leave that ipod charger in the car..." And then I went to eat my feelings, forgot my umbrella, and my Moe's got wet and I sad ate bday cake in my car cus I don't live near my family so I didn't even go anywhere so why not just buy myself store-bought cake and drink alone later on?
Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me..happy birthday...emotional....spooockkkk