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batskeetsThe public transit is turning into a complete joke around here. My bus was 10 minutes late picking me up today... actually, later than that, even, but I had the foresight to grab the 14 instead of waiting even longer for the 17. And it was even MORE late dropping me off, and because I was in such a rush to get to class, one of my wushu shoes fell out of my bag and into the car without my noticing, so once I got there, I had to call Boy and wait for him to come back to the school and bring me my other shoe.
So, I missed half of my first class because the stupid unreliable bus was late AGAIN, and I was in a piss-poor mood and had a shitty practice. I HATE BEING LATE FOR PRACTICE. A 45-minute class seems too short as it is, and it ENRAGES me when I end up being late for practice through no fault of my own.
I got home just now, and I was thiiiiiis close to stress-eating my way out of this crappy mood. If there weren't yummy, healthy leftovers for me to eat, I probably would have.
And I was having such a nice, mellow day before that... sigh. Pardon my french, but FUCK YOU, TRI-MET.
So, I missed half of my first class because the stupid unreliable bus was late AGAIN, and I was in a piss-poor mood and had a shitty practice. I HATE BEING LATE FOR PRACTICE. A 45-minute class seems too short as it is, and it ENRAGES me when I end up being late for practice through no fault of my own.
I got home just now, and I was thiiiiiis close to stress-eating my way out of this crappy mood. If there weren't yummy, healthy leftovers for me to eat, I probably would have.
And I was having such a nice, mellow day before that... sigh. Pardon my french, but FUCK YOU, TRI-MET.
