Bad Boobies

Dress shopping last night was a bust, no pun intended. Every single dress that I tried on was between two and four inches too small in the chest. I transversed the Natick Mall last night and found nothing. Well, there were two possibles, but I needed a size or two up. Of course, that would have been too big every where else. I think we're going into the city after school tomorrow to check out the Lord & Taylor there and (possibly) The Kitty House. Not that I need Hello Kitty paraphanelia when I'm depressed, but retail therapy sounds damn good.

This has been a real bust of a week-end. Yesterday, the stupid sidewall of my tire blew. I'm going to be driving all week with a stupid donut on the car because I can't get new tires probably until Saturday. I guess I should be happy that I got almost 60,000 miles out of them, but it was still annoying beyond words.

Word has been a cunt all week-end. I had to reinstall it yesterday because, for some idiot reason, every time I would try and save something, the whole. thing. would. crash. Therefore, the paper I was working-- gone. I had tried to email it out Friday, but the SMTP server was also being pissy. I haven't tested that out to see if it's working again, yet. I'm not up for that amount of aggravation today.

Stupid fruit fly. It came from under the bathroom sink tonight and if it comes near me again, I will smush it but good. I am not in a good mood.

Steven seems to have disappear more than an hour ago and I would like to know where he is. He was only going over to my mother's and that's barely 15 minutes away.

I'm going back to watching Demolition Man. Stupid week-end.