I have ten minutes before class to rant my heart out.
I hate my phone.
Now...don't think that I have a phone like everyone else's. Oh no...it's a pay-as-you go phone at 20 cents a minute. Text's are 20 cents each too. It sucks...and now I just found out that when I added more minutes electronically as I needed, they were charging me three times extra!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Needless to say, I can't buy any more minutes unless I want my parents to go broke. I would say "unless I want to go broke." But I AM already broke. I have seven dollars in the bank and no job. No one will hire me, no one will accept my application, no one will look at me!
I'm a little mad.
No, I'm fuming mad.
Don't ever have a pay-as-you-go phone. It's an absolute money pit and they suck. Plus, My phone model is so cheap I can barely use it. I can hardly ever talk on it unless it is hooked up to the charger because the battery is screwed. My contrast lighting is broken half the time so I can't see who is calling me. Zero Caller ID, which means I answer the phone to people and companys I'd rather not talk to.
GOSH. I'm ticked.
I have people I need to call but I can't...I need to schedule an artist/studio visit, reply to my grandmother's phone call from yesterday, call my mom to work out travel plans for spring break, and call my fiance so I stay sane through everything.
I am ready to blow up at something...
Off to graphic design class, great...
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wow. And I thought I was busy.
Dear Anonymous,
Who are you? I know the word "anonymous" means I'm not supposed to know who you are. But I'm dangerously curious. So I ask again. Who are you?
Love,
Candice
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