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In revelations that make your day suck I present this little gem:
While wandering around Target, hoping to find a new My Scene doll I really liked, or hell, an old one I don't have yet but wouldn't mind buying at a reasonable price, I stopped at the Carebear aisle [no dice on the MS scene] and briefly debated getting a CareBear Cousin mini toy [proudheart cat], and then said no, Mom might like a cheap gift idea... And then it slammed into me. My birthday is in two weeks.
The only way I'm going to get to spend anytime with anyone I consider semi-friend on that day is to spend damn near $200 and import Ryan. I fucking have to pay for someone to spend time with me on my birthday.
I nearly cried right there in the store. Normally I would blame some freakish hormonal imbalance for this, since I don't cry in public, ever, unless maybe something fell on me or I got stabbed/shot/hit by a car, but it's not that. It might be my various hangups concerning my birthday, that I'll concede... or maybe it's just really sad. Hrmm.
And now I have to get some sleep so I can go work my least favorite shift ever and try not to think about how a week from now I'll be begging Christie to take over for me at the front register because I couldn't tell Rachel no. :/ But I don't want Rachel to get in trouble... so I'll have to think of a creative truth to tell C. Hrmm.
While wandering around Target, hoping to find a new My Scene doll I really liked, or hell, an old one I don't have yet but wouldn't mind buying at a reasonable price, I stopped at the Carebear aisle [no dice on the MS scene] and briefly debated getting a CareBear Cousin mini toy [proudheart cat], and then said no, Mom might like a cheap gift idea... And then it slammed into me. My birthday is in two weeks.
The only way I'm going to get to spend anytime with anyone I consider semi-friend on that day is to spend damn near $200 and import Ryan. I fucking have to pay for someone to spend time with me on my birthday.
I nearly cried right there in the store. Normally I would blame some freakish hormonal imbalance for this, since I don't cry in public, ever, unless maybe something fell on me or I got stabbed/shot/hit by a car, but it's not that. It might be my various hangups concerning my birthday, that I'll concede... or maybe it's just really sad. Hrmm.
And now I have to get some sleep so I can go work my least favorite shift ever and try not to think about how a week from now I'll be begging Christie to take over for me at the front register because I couldn't tell Rachel no. :/ But I don't want Rachel to get in trouble... so I'll have to think of a creative truth to tell C. Hrmm.
