I wish I was back in France with goat cheese in my mouth.

[rebecca_in_blue]

The last few days have been absolutely shit-tacular. No other word acurately describes the shittiness. And tomorrow is probably going to be just as shitty.

On Thursday Lofton Staffing Services called me and said they might have found me employment, but I had to take a drug test first. So I went to their offices Friday morning, but they were out of drug test kits and sent me to Sulphur. So I drive to Sulphur, pee in a cup, and on the way back I come so close to an accident that it wasn't even funny. I guess I should be grateful I'm still alive. Later I find out that the employment they found for me is a half-hour drive away and, judging from what they told me, not what I'm looking for.

Today I've learned that I'm fucktarded because I don't know what the fuck a granule is. Well, who the fuck cares? And I can't use first-person possessive adjectives anymore, ever. If I don't post in this journal again, it'll be because I was murdered for accidentally saying my. Or because I killed myself. Oh, and today looking at a picture of Dad suddenly filled me with uncontrollable rage and I broke the frame and ground the glass into little pieces in my carpet.

There is more to say, but I don't feel like saying it. A snippet of an e-mail from Chinese Sarah: My teacher and students --they are OK ,i think one of the reasons is they find i can understand them more then what they thought i was :) Heather told me that the French is very simple , now i think she is right ----i am a very good example ----it is very fanny , because i thought only the juvenile always think in this way , maybe i am too simple (: b )