Rog

Rog is a mindfuck.
Can I go home now?

No dice.

-Angela

Omgs

Okay.
Kinkos.
The lady asks for my ID, because my credit card says "CHECK ID."
The question I get?
"does your sister know you have her card?"
Um.
Then she asks me how old I am. She was nice and all, not being a bitch about it all.
But I was like, "20!" Omgs!
She was like. Right.

I AM 20! It WAS my card and my ID!!!
Not that she hesitated on the sale or anything.
Hrm.
Do I not look 20....

My sister! My sister is 23, thank you.
Omgs.
Today has been a rough day. I want to go to sleep now. But soon I will be with Khaya and it will all be okay.

Oh. And according to the dispatcher for this place I am working through for this printer, I don't sound like I'm from Washington. [He was from Texas], I sound more like NJ or something! Hah. Amusing, I guess.

Oh yes. And Kevin calls me and is asking a question, and his response as he gets off the phone with me is, "Have a good weekend. Don't get caught doing whatever it is that you do."

Heh. Cops. Might I add... jailers are different folk.

-Angela