Yesterday the clutch on my car just decided to quit when I was at the top of a hill. I had to start from a stop in third gear (which I'm actually kind of proud of). Anyway, now I don't have a car until that's fixed, which means I can't voyage to Worcester on Friday with the girl I fancy to see indie films. But we'll still hang out, so that's neat.
And today, I got a letter from the Gap that said some of their computers were stolen and the identities of everyone who's applied there have been compromised. Guess who applied? So basically, some asshat has my SSN. Not the best week.
I need to stop arguing about the Catcher in the Ry
Current mood: aggravated
Talking about it makes me upset. No one else gets it. As soon as anyone finds out I like it, they complain about how there was no plot or how Holden was a moody bitch. Why would you do that. I don't go shitting all over your goddamn Harry Potter.
I just learned something about my family that is f
Here goes.
My grandma was a fucking BLACKFACE MINSTREL. She and her sister had a minstrel show, and my grandfather went to see the show, and he was so taken with it that he asked to meet my grandmother afterward, and the rest is history. I don't know what to believe in anymore.
So basically, my damn cat brought skin mites into the house a few days ago and now they're all over the damn place. I have to wash pretty much everything I own, and I need to take the same medication they give dogs for mange. Ugh.