Golden shoe strings

You know, I've just got to bitch about something really quickly.


I had to go get my brakes done yesterday.  It was almost a thousand effing dollars to do this!  As I was waiting, patiently, to spend that thousand dollars I really don't have to spend on an 8 year old effing car, I was reading "US Weekly" in the little, poorly stocked waiting room. 

Charlie Sheen's twins and the Octo-Mom's new house and blah blah blah...  Then I came across a Jennifer Aniston story.  I think she's absolutely adorable, so I started to read and, as it turns out, Jenn and John broke up again.  In a last ditch "love me don't leave me" effort, Jen went on a shopping spree and bought Mr. Mayer a pair of $800 TENNIS SHOES!!  WTF?! 

I will have no social life for a looooooooong time now, because I had to fix my stupid car, and she's buying $800 tennis shoes?!  For a guy?!! 

I really need to get into show business.  Anyone want to hear me sing?!! 

FML

Today, I walked in to work to find the ceiling gone, torn apart (along with the roof and all the flooring in the building) by the recent hail storm in the area.  Not only that, but our AC is being worked on for the next 2 days, so we are dealing with all of this in the Texas heat.  Our roof is also being worked on, full of holes and falling debris.  It rained last night so the plastic sheets we've hung across the now vacant ceiling, over our desks - to theoretically keep the debris from the torn up roof and missing ceiling, like 10-year-old wet insulation and 3 inch screws, from falling on our heads - is now full of rain water mixed with said debris.  This wonderfully smelling concoction, along with the loud hammering of the roofers, the loud hum of the fans to dry the place out,  and the constant drip of rain into buckets all over the office is the music of my day.  FML.