I woke up in a bad mood.

It’s been crazy at work this week, since they let go of six designers and expect the rest of us to pick up the slack. I haven’t even lunch’d with Nori once this week! I fell asleep right after work yesterday, and it was way too late to eat dinner by the time I finally woke up, so I just went back to bed.

I had to wake up butt ass early this morning to go to SD, so I double doordashed a breakfast burrito from Caps & Corks Liquor and a cold brew from Coffee Bean. The burrito arrived and was left on my front doormat while I was in the shower. The coffee arrived half an hour later. I was like, ‘I’ll just grab it on my way out and eat/drink it in the car.’ I opened my door to leave and only saw the coffee there. I checked my Doordash app and the dasher took a picture of it on my doormat so I know he delivered it to the right apartment.

This guy is the nastiest skank bitch I’ve ever met. Do NOT trust him. He is a fugly slut!

I emailed Michael Douglas (my building manager, not the actor LOL), to ask him to look at the security footage to see who took my burrito. There’s cameras all over my building and signs everywhere that you’re being recorded. It turns out it was the dasher who delivered my coffee who stole my burrito. Eat a bag of dicks, Germano!

I was already hangry from skipping dinner last night, then this asshole stole my breakfast burrito, then a stupid Rivian truck cut me off on the 405 on the 3-hour drive down to SD where it was pouring rain the whole time.

Why do I have such bad luck with burritos in LA? Both literally and figuratively 😆

I hate it here ✌🏼

Update: Just me and my ex-boyfriend planning our demise. Catch you on the flippity flip 👋🏼

We get it—you’re rich. The spoiled kids that go to the high school I drive by every day in Manhattan Beach have better cars than me: Teslas, Mercedes, BMWs, Audis. When I was 16, I drove a third generation Toyota Camry on its last legs. My sister drove it before me, and my mom before her. My parents had money, but were big believers in you earn what you get. My dad made me get a job when I was 15, and I’ve been working ever since. I can afford to get a nice ass car now, but I’d rather spend my money elsewhere, like vacations and flying first class ✈️ So I’ll just keep driving around in my 10-year-old Mazda hatchback until I’m forced to get a new car.

Whenever I see a light gray car, I’m like, ‘Ugh, I hate that color.’ One of my ex’s would rather work on cars than spend time with me, and the color reminds me of primer and it’s triggering 😅 I really don’t care what kind of car you drive. I’d prefer you drove a stock, unassuming car that no one pays attention to. If I ever got hit by a car, I’d probably just be able to tell you what color it was and that’s it. I wouldn’t be able to provide you with the make or the model, because it’s not something I care about. I’d make a horrible eye witness 🤪

My dad took me to my dentist appointment this morning (it was just a cleaning, I haven’t had a cavity in at least 20 years), and he went to the VA while I was there and wasn’t back by the time I was done, so I walked to Coffee Bean and had a cold brew latte while I waited. This girl walked in while I was sipping my cold brew with my sunglasses on because I didn’t want anyone to talk to me LOL, and she asked them if they had “decaf expresso.” In my head, I was like, “No, but they have decaf espresso.”

An hour passed after my appointment was over, and I was super annoyed because I had to get back to work and my dad wasn’t answering his phone. My mom could’ve just driven me if he had plans. Anyway, I get a $50 uber back to the house (my dentist is by my sister’s old apartment in Carmel Mountain), and my mom tells me she doesn’t have a key to the house because my dad drove her car, so he has her keys. My dad calls my mom when he’s done at the VA, but we’re already in the uber so I just tell him to drive straight home. The VA’s in fucking La Jolla, so we get to the house before he does and have to wait outside for 10 minutes because we don’t have any keys.

Anyway, this has been my judgy, annoyed face all morning.

I did some retail therapy and bought this cat headband to cheer me up.

Also, I would hope guns aren’t allowed anywhere, not just at Nordstrom Rack 😅

Update: I’m wearing my cat headband and I’ve taken my prozac, so I’m in a much better mood now 😸

Today I wasted 45 minutes of my life driving through streets and parking structures I didn’t even know existed looking for parking on my first day back to school. You would think that I’d be able to find one parking space among the 14,000 spots SDSU claims to have. I ended up paying $12 to park in the one spot open in the KPBS visitor lot that is on the opposite side of campus from my first class (which I had already missed the first half hour of). I bought a semester trolley pass in a blind rage after class. Public transportation? Yikes. It’s gonna be one long semester.