…that 2003 is fucking over.
::growl::
fuck a 2003, yo. fuck a 2004. fuck a public transportation. fuck a copley mall. fuck a boston commons. fuck a bennigans. fuck a security desk. fuck a guest services. fuck a copley theatre. fuck a chili’s. fuck new england. fuck a boston. fuck the patriots. fuck january.
fuck. the. world.
so let it be known that this is the day i hate more than any day on the face of the planet. and if my plan to sleep from nov. 1-feb. 28 were to go through i would never have to deal with this day ever again in the history of the world.
holidays fucking suck up one side and down the other, but january is the worst. i can barely stomach the sight of the month. and when jan. 1 rolls around i know that it’s pretty much nearly all over. and i fucking hate it. it’s this feeling of being utterly trapped in my own skin and wishing to claw my way out.
i. fucking. hate. it.
::sob::
ok…must think about something else. okay then…so today, what did i do today? well…let’s see. i got up and decided to start putting away some of my clothes, cuz this girl has got an unholy amount of clothes and most of them don’t even fit me the right fucking way. it’s insane, i swears it is. then the idea is to meet jetta & rosco for a movie. that’s the plan…we’re considering a 3:20 or 3:40 show…we wanna see either big fish or along came polly. that’s the idea. well 3 rolls around and rosco is still doing laundry and jetta is just getting back from lunch and the world is going insane and we’re thinking, why not see lost in translation at the copley theatre at 4 pm?
sounds good, right?
except i can’t find my money…i’ve managed to misplacelike $60 in cash and tear apart my moderately straightened up room looking for it because i mean, that’s not the kind of cash this pineapple can afford to just throw away. ya heard? so i end up being somewhat late-ish on the subway. and jetta & rosco are already there, ya know. they’re waiting for me and i feel like ass cuz i think i’m making us late, but damn i was sooooo happy to see rosco. i missed that boy. oh and he’s h0tt.
heh.
so we get into the mall and we’re 1/2 way to the theatre and jetta realizes that she can’t find her wallet. so we’re like wtf? and she starts heading out to look for it and we go all the way back into the subway and root around but find nothing and go to mall security and then jetta calls and cancels her credit card and we’re all freaking out and stuff. and then we’re like an hour late for the movie and kinda hungrified and whatnot and like ‘WHY IS THE FUCKING WORLD THWARTING THE HELL OUT OF US?!’ and then we end up going to the godiva store and all getting chocolate covered strawberries. that was good, there’s precious little that chocolate can’t help.
after that we think…why don’t we go down to the boston commons theatre and just watch big fish or along came polly? that sounds good, right? so we walk all the way from copley to fucking park street and then i get in line for tickets & rosco and jetta go to the credit card ticket stand and then i’m like 10 people from the start and under ‘sold-out shows’ along comes polly pops up. so i’m freaking out thinking that rosco & jetta have tickets and i do not and how much would that suck and such. then jetta comes over all ‘we couldn’t get tickets either’ and i get. out. of. line. and no sooner than i’ve gotten out and completely lost my spot do we think ‘why not the 6:40 big fish show?’ fuck!
so i have to get back in fucking line. and neither of us really wanna see big fish. but we are any way. and then i’m almost to the front of the line again when jetta and rosco appear and are like don’t get tickets! and we’re like ‘we don’t wanna see this movie, not really.’ and so we’re thinking, it’s so close to 7 pm (the next lost in translation show) why don’t we go get food and then hit the LiT show at copley?
sounds good. and we pick bennigans but it’s about 6:15 at this point and when we get to bennigans (which isn’t necessarily fast food) it says ‘fifteen minute wait’. ::growl::
so we decide since there’s a chili’s outside of the theatre in the copley mall we’ll get food there and hit the movie. but there’s a crowd at chilis and a crowd outside of the theatre and i’m like holy fucking hell. could this suck any more? we’re being thwarted left and right. fuck the world!!! so rosco decides appetizers @ chilis before movie and we can go back later for food.
so we do that. but jetta’s still bummed about her wallet thing and i don’t blame her. especially since she won’t be getting a new card until wednesday cuz she had to cancel everything. so then, we get to the theatre and i get an icee and jetta & rosco get starbursts and we get into the theatre and it’s fucking FULL to the brim. FUCK!
and where are there three seats together?
in the front row of the fucking theatre!!! niiiiiiice.
::growl::
fuck. that.
of course, we have no fucking choice. so that makes for ‘special’ movie watching. extra special, yo. all in all the movie isn’t that bad. it’s kinda anti-climactic & whatnot. but it does have some moments. and we get out and suprise suprise! chilis is packed still. so we get one of those vibrating/beeping pager thingies and wander around the closed copley plaza mall waiting.
dinner is special and whatnot cuz we’re all pretty much fried. tired, frustrated, brain-eated. meh. and finally we head to leave and check with security one last time. but they get all dickheaded about it and tell jetta to stay right where she is cuz they’ll ‘send someone up’ even though they don’t have her fucking wallet. bastards! so we’re waiting and spazzing and all that and then some rent a cop fool comes up all. ‘we received word that the alarm at the gucci store was tripped. security has been notified and the police are on their way. if you don’t wish to answer questions i’d advise you to leave now.’
::growl::
you know what? fuck. that
it would only top off the evening if we got arrested, ya know?
::sigh::
i’ve done precious little today, but i’m still tired as fuck.
and i’m still not ready to face tomorrow. or later today, as the case may be.
