DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT "T.M.I"

Appointment for hair at 10 in the morning.  Left for gas around 8. The pump wasn't working right.. and the lady accused ME of breaking it. Bitched her out after having to move to another pump and dealing with her smart ass comments about how I clearly need to be shown how to use a gas pump. (Stupid bitch.)

Drive an hour and a half to get to the lady who does my hair. Open the hair bags I purchased.. I was given the WRONG hair. Drove back up to the hair place to get an exchange but they did not have my color. I have a LOT of blonde in my hair let's just leave it at that.

My hair dresser has rented out her office space to a dude who does graphic design, video editing, and web programming. Hmm.. Nope. Don't like him. Within the first 5 minutes I can tell he's a tweeker. Not to mention, his Mac is 7 years old and he's walking around taking pictures with a 2 megapixel camera that is run with 4 AA batteries. He won't shut up the whole time I'm getting my hair done. Then he tries to school ME on how to edit videos, and offer advice on building websites. SORRY! I don't take advice from tweekers. NTM... you're whole setup sucks balls so I know you can't be that good. STFU and let this lady do my hair!!

A lady comes in to get her hair done and I am asked if I can 'wait' for mine to be finished. uh... ok. Fine. I'll wait over here while you do her hair. Cool.

Finally finish my hair. Leave to pick up food before cam... ordered a 10 piece nugget meal from wendys. The guy gets rude with me and says they can only give me 2 orders of 5 piece nuggets.... to which I replied "How about 10 orders of one nugget each, asshole."

So I get a text from the person who was supposed to let my dogs out while I was getting my hair done. "You're dog shit all over the place. I can't clean it up it stinks too bad." .............. are you fucking serious?? That's the whole reason I wanted you to LET THE DOGS OUT for me... so there WOULDN'T be shit everywhere. Hmm.. brilliant!

So... at that point I knew it would be a close call to get on cam. Go home, clean out the kennel, wash the dog, wash myself after THAT... then get on cam. Nope.

Right in the middle of cleaning the dog kennel outside.. (all the while my neighbors fucking chiwawas were barking at me..) I felt a warm, comforting sensation in my pants. Oh yes... Hello period. :) And at that point, I lost my temper for the evening. So... I stood there... with my crazy blonde weave tangling in the 40 degree weather...  elbow high in dog shit, KNOWING I was in the process of ruining a perfectly adorable pair of panties... and I cursed the gods... After having punched the fence and skinning my hand up.

So.. I will see you all on cam tonight. Smiling. Cheerful. :p It's going to be a good day tomorrow. Why? Because I'm going to go see my "baby mama" and pat rub my future godchild...