Is it me or is having a sore throat worse that having fever? In my book a sore throat is the worst thing to have aside from a stuffed nose or a paper cut on your knuckle. Guess what? My spring break came to a halting end this AM when I woke up with my throat on fire. Holler!! Well not really, more like whisper.
Went for lunch today with G and R. I miss the shit outta G, it was so great to hang. R and I ordered what we thought was the dreamiest thing on the menu. It was a flop. We started talking about what we planned on doing on Sunday. R chimes in and says, Sundays are my day to relax, "by relaxing she means running on the treadmill for 3 hours with a weighted vest on on a 4.0 incline." I tell G. I dunno, my idea of a relaxing Sunday is like going to the movies after sleeping late or to a Museum or a bookstore. I love R. Gd bless her she has endurance of an energizer bunny on crack.
Im going to miss having the freedom that I enjoyed so this week. Back to school I go.
The other day I went to SAKS and met R and El. I detest dept stores when Im shopping for myself*. They give me severe anxiety. If you want to really kill me youll drag me to BLOOMINGDALES, to me thats cause for instant suicide. Id rather be sent to Guantanamo Bay for water boarding before entering that hole. So anyway-- I finally meet up with them on the shoe floor bec R had a crazy card that gave you 20% off of everything. I plop down next to them looking all disheveled after braving 4 floors alone. They are each surrounded by boxes and boxes. Their salesperson is nowhere to be found. I figured Id save the day and get my own salesperson. I pick them out decide which ones I want and boom, their salesman drops the bomb-- "Oh no, I cant help her, shes working with someone else, she cant get the discount sorry." It freaking figures. Only Me!! They start laughing at me because they can see how defeated and confused I am.. I had to plot operation "get rid of my salesperson ahora." I finally did only to see that the salesperson still would not help me. R had to convince him to finally run my transaction through and he complied. I pulled out my gift card for $400 and he said "im sorry, its expired" Only me people. I had to go to customer service for 20 minutes to get it sorted out. By the time I settled the shoe debacle and got down to the other floor to get my jeans that I had picked out, the salesperson had gone on break and hid my stuff. SEEE!! This stuff only happens to me. By the time I got outta that hell hole I needed 10 drinks. No bueno.
Hmm what else? I guess thats it. Oh, btw, I watched PRESIDENT OBAMA on JAY LENO by my mom today. Has anyone else noticed how huge the mans hands are? If you ask me, I kinda feel safer with a huge handed president. Dude can carry the world in them or drop us all on our asses!! Either way I guess.
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