The Blog of mandy5367

Let's talk about my day, shall we? I woke up two hours early. I can't figure out why I keep doing this. Sure, I went back to sleep, but it's bothering me quite a lot that I wake up early EVERY day. Took a shower (stared at how ugly my bathtub is and how badly it needs clean/bleaching), and went on with my day. I go to Burger King for my breakfast, and for some reason I feel that I don't need to be to work until 11am, so I went inside. As I'm walking to get my drink, I have this strange feeling between my legs. I can't describe this, and no one else would understand unless they were a girl too, but I had forgot to put a tampon in after my shower. PANIC immediately ensues, and I run off to the bathroom while they prepare my food. I'm still bleedin' pretty heavy (heavy for me, probably normal for most) for it being my 4th day. The damage was minimal, ruined undies (no sweat there, I don't wear nice ones when I'm bleeding anyway, mostly for cases like this) and a few spots on my pants, not too bad on the outside and you couldn't see it unless I was be sitting with my legs open. So I throw the last tampon I have in my purse in my va-jay-jay and check the time. It's 10:32, and NOW I remember I'm supposed to be at work at 10:30. Wow, I feel stupid! I get back to the front counter, embarassed of myself, and get my shit to go.

I drive over to work, and no one's there. Call Heather, apparently she's running late. Well, gives me time to run over to Kroger and buy some new panties (ugh, certainly not flattering ones) and pantiliners, because the last tampon I had available was already in me (and this baby was gonna have to last at least 6 more hours). I get in my car and sit for a second for WHATEVER reason, and I hear this scraping! I look over, and an older gentleman has apparently misjudged the distance between his car and the one parked in front of him. He's scraped the bumper, and then BACKS UP, scraping it some more! I'm like WTF dude, are you retarded? Then I'm wondering what he's gonna do next....is he gonna drive away? AND HE TOTALLY DOES. I say NOT-UH bitch, and wrote down his license plate number. Sure, nobody helped me out when my car got obliterated, but I can forgive them and help whoever this person is out. I'm not gonna let someone be a victim like I was. I wrote a note, and made sure to include the fact that I worked right across the street.

I go to work, blah blah blah, and start my normal duty to stand outside and shake my ass-I mean sign. I strayed from my usual spot to stand where I could see the owner of this car come out so maybe I could run over and talk to them in person. After like, only 20 minutes it's driving me crazy and I decide I'm going to go over and write down their license plate number and report the incident myself. When I get over there, the lady had just finished reading my letter. We had a short conversation and I told her what she needed to do to get it fixed. She was so grateful that I gave her the information, and I couldn't stop smiling on my way to my next delivery. Forgive me, but I felt like I did an incredibly good thing here.

Anyway....holy freakin' shit I made chicken....moist, delicious chicken! Obviously I'll be counting down the next few hours to see if I magically find out it's not done, by way of me praying to the porclein gods, but I'll keep the faith for now.

Back to watching Cat Woman. I've wanted to see this movie since it came out. Lol.