The day from hell was today. It came quite unexpected too. I got up and took Dylan to work cause I needed the car to run some errands(sp?). My brother went with me. I needed to go to Ace cashing place to put some money on my prepaid credit card so i could pay some bills online. I get there and there's this amish old ass hairy, smelly dude taking all the time in the world doing some shit. I swear i waited like 30 minutes behind him. Some ladies came in and were behind me. It got really hot in there and I was about to have a panic attack over this fucking asshole. As soon as he would be done with one thing he would be like.......'oh and......uhm, can I buy a credit card.......and uhm can I cash these checks and can you wipe my ass, it's kinda dirty.' Jesus christ this ruined my mood. I walked out of that place so stressed out. And when I am stressed about one thing, every little thing that pisses me off, pisses me off a lot more! For example, my phone.

I have my phone through Metro PCS which is the worst cell phone company in the universe, and I already knew this cause me and dylan shared a cell forever and it sucked. Well I got my very own cell phone through them about a month ago and my phone just so happens to suck more than the last cell phone. Half of the time my voice mail doesn't work, which considering I hardly ever get a signal, voicemail is very important. Since my phone doesn't ring inside my apartment, i rely on getting voice mails from people and running outside and calling them back. Well when people call me my voice mail doesn't pick up. And when I call to check my messages I get some error message. And this happens like half the time. What a shitty ass phone! I swear I am going to set it on fire one day.

Well, I bet you're not expecting the grand finale for they day from hell, are you? I had to work at 6pm.I drove my car to work, my brother went with me so he could drive it backhome so he could have a car. Well on my way to work (which is 4-5 blocks away or something) as it is dark and rainy I hit one of the stupid metal plates that the stupid city puts on the streets to cover up enormous holes. The plate slid a little so the enormous hole was uncovered and the plate was sitting all weird on the very busy North Avenue at rush hour. I immediately blew my tire!!! Not only did I blow my tire but I think my car is probably fucked up. That's how hard I hit it and how bad the whole plate thing was. I pulled over on the same street as my work, just like a block away. I called my boss and told him i would be late. Kevin was getting off so he came to help. Diva's boyfriend is a mechanic so he came to the rescue to change my tire, which was a huge hassle.

Kevin calls the cops because the plate is a huge danger to everybody. They asked if I wanted to file a report and I said yes. The tire got changed. The cop arrived a while later, after another car got a flat tire and pulled over right behind me. The cop was a complete ASSHOLE!! He immediately asked me first what my deductible was. I didn't really understand what he meant. Fortunately there were 2 other people who fucked up their cars on the plate parked right by me and talking to the cop as well. The whole point is that we all wanted the city of Atlanta to pay for the damage to our cars. At least pay for the new tire I am going to have to buy tomorrow morning. The cop was a total dick and said that if we were going to go against the city of Atlanta we were fucked.

He asked for our drivers' licenses and proof of insurance. I gave it to him. He stayed in his stupid cop car forever and then came out and asked if I was driving the car. I was like 'yes'. Then he asked my brother if I was driving the car, he of course said yes. Because, I was driving the fucking car. He went back into his stupid little car. Came back out asked me again, I said yes again. Then he asked me to turn around. I bet you know what happened next don't you?

Oh yes I got handcuffed. Arrested. For the first time in my life. I've never even seen someone get arrested. He took shit out of my pockets and took me to the cop car. Turns out my driver's license is suspended and I had no idea. And now I am tired of telling this story in detail cause the important shit has already been said. He kept me in the cop car asked me a ton of questions, searched my car, asked my brother if we had narcotics in the car. Asked me some more questions. Told me he was going to impound my car for no reason at all. And then decided he was going to let me go. What a fucking DICK.

Keving took me to work and took my brother home. I still ended working a few hours even though I was all shook up, stressed out, angry, shocked, and about to break down crying. Now my car is all fucked up and I am going to have to pay to fix it. I wasn't allowed to report against the city of Atlanta. Did I mention my Dad is still in town? And technically my car is still his? Oh yes the fun.

I am going to leave my story at that. I am going to try to unfreak and drink a beer or beers. Wish me luck with all my bad luck.