Fucksticks

Ugh. I'm back in a bad mood. I was floating on cloud 9 after getting myself out of another funk mood, and then *poof*--bad mood. Well, actually, the *poof* was more like things I was thinking about. Yeah.

I had such a shitty night at the concert tonight. People are fuckwits. I hate them. So much. And the stand-lead was kind of bitchy. She's super nice; but bitchy tonight. At the end of the night I find out that my till is short over $100. A lot of investigations go on, and I ended up missing the fucking train.

Get this. For a long time I thought I was stranded at Ontario Place--I thought I had missed the last train going to PC or even Toronto. I give my folks a ring, and they said that they wont' pick me up. Frustrated, I get lost at the Ex. Getting lost at the Ex, especially at night, is not cool. From the corner of my ear I hear a train. I run to the sound to find a train going to Toronto. Excellent, I thought! When I arrive at Toronto I could take the street car back to Longbranch, and home is just a 50-minute trek away from there!

Once I reached Union Station I found a train heading back home at 12:44am. Lucky me. So, long story short, I get home.

I smoked a joint on the way home to relax--stressful night. Now you know why this entry doesn't make sense.

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