Ok, so I wish for my monthly start...see it only comes when it wants too. My last one was in February. SO five months later it shows up on my doorstrep..slithers it way back into my life to wreak havoc for god knows how long. I feel like crap, highly emotional, and so pissed off at the world its unbelievable. Everything that has gone wrong today..has. The only two good things are I got my Americal Idol tickets and my Mom paid for my phone for 15 days. See I also haven't gotten my public assistance because my case worker is a bitch. I mean come on...I am sure glad they enjoyed their Fourth of July eating their food and shit. I am afraid to call them right cause I have a gut feeling I will snap on their asses. I did everything I was suppose too and their excuse was...we didn't get to in time. Oh but if it involved them then they would have it done already. Now I have a good idea, I am going to complain to their head office, fuck them.