I feel like a middle aged woman drowning her sorrows by online shopping. Except instead of drinking pinot noir or merlot I'm drinking mountain dew with the ice melted into it and crying into my etsy receipt.
I bought a BDSM padlock collar. I'm not even into BDSM. It was $24.16-- 14% of my entire checking account. The ladies call me Bill Gates because it may be micro and soft but at least I'm filthy fucking rich. Yeah, that's right, I have a whopping $172 in my account. Well... not anymore.
I had a really honestly fucking terrible day at work today. It was my worst day of work I have ever had. It was worse than two years ago when a group of people was screaming at me for being racist because I "was watching the black people swim." I'm a lifeguard. That's my job. My job is to watch people swim. Today was worse than that.
And now I'm listening to sad acoustic songs on repeat and I'm pissed that I'm being ignored.
A lot of anger. A lot.
