I mean, like, throwing things, gonna throw my self off the roof in protest, going to commit a federal crime PISSED.
Today was a very difficult day. It was hard to soldier on through and keep my chin up. However, I did just that...all with the thought, "I just have to make it through the day, and then I'll go home and my brand new, shiny, purple vibrator will be waiting for me!"
The fucking post office is holding it hostage. My fucking, small town, 2 person, rinky dink post office left me a fucking letter to come pick up my package. My brother either didn't hear the doorbell ring, or ignored it and lied about it to me...or they didn't even fucking bother. Now my sweet, vibraty goodness is locked in that teeny, tiny, brick, hole in the wall, building. WHAT'S MORE is that I leave for work before they open and get home after they've closed. So either they are going to end up sending it back...or I'm going to have to send my mother to pick it up. Which is awkward...and she'll probably forget.
I thought about breaking in...and they I remembered it would be a federal crime...and then I still considered it for a few moments before I decided that they eat me alive (and not in a good way) in federal prison. So, if anything out of the ordinary happens down there...it wasn't me...I was here the whole time...I have witnesses.
This fucking SUCKS ASS.
*curls into a ball and cries*