Well fuck, yo, my day has all but turned to shit. All because "I see your point, but I don't agree" couldn't be the end of something. What the fuck else ever needs to be said?
My car is jacked, so that's not good. I'm out of deodorant and need my check cashed. Shadow to the rescue. I now smell like a pre-teen boy and he's spotting me some cash for me to order pizza. I'll pay him back after I walk to Wal-Mart in the daylight to cash my check. There's no way in hell I'm walking anywhere in the dark unless I have an emergency.
Ah, the life of a broke-ass single mom. Go me.
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