The Jabber of Bloody Shirts

damn what a day
i have always been told 11/11 was a good number, well not for me. My day started out like any other waking up wondering what i'm suppost to do, then after i remember i have a crit this morning a 9:30am so i throw my clothes on grab my paintings and head out the garage, but as the door opens to my wonder my car is "gone?" well i scan the neighborhood thinking it might have rolled off, well it did right into my neighbor's yard and right over their mailbox, and in doing so busting out my back diver side window and riping off my side mirror, so i move my car back to my drive-way and run into to call my professor, but guess what my phone is cut off, so i email her, but i don't think i went trough because i havn't had a response, then i wrote a note so i could tape it to my neighbors door, well when get out there to my amazement two police officers are walking up the their door telling me they had a report of a hit and run, so i explain i'm an idiot and i don't know how to set my fuckin parking break and i leave my info with the nieghbor, unload my car and go to clean it out but the fuckin vacuum wouldn't pick up the glass so i had to sweep it out, then i'm off to home depot to buy a mailbox and some shit to fix my car, well while i'm walking around home depot looking around more less wondering around until i run into what i need, my bank calls tell me i need to pay on some stuff so i'm like "okay" i hang up the phone, "oh by this time i had my phone hooked back up" and go to the check out lane, the cashier checks me out and of course she had to have a price check on some damn tape, i go to pay guess what my card doesn't work due the fact that my bank was tranferring money around in my account, (later this becomes a good thing) so i just walk out. i go home, i go back to bed, then i get up and go to work when i get out side i notice the mailbox has already been replaced. (go thing i couldn't buy that cedar planked mailbox with post kit)everyone knows i deliver pizzas, i bet you can't guess what happens know? my car decides it's not going to start while i'm on my way back from a delivery so there i sit waiting for like a hour for another driver to show up and give me a jump start, then i get back to the shop and i go home with my big bad 7 dollars i made in tips, now i sit here and now i'm going to bed. damn what a day