Road Trip

I’m fucking exhausted.  We left Friday around 4 to head to San Angelo.  Its supposed to be like a five hour drive to west Texas.  Brandy, Doll, and I went with our friend Jessica to help her sister move down there.    We got stuck in traffic as we headed towards Ft. Worth.  That blew ass.  We made it to our hotel at like one becase we had to stop for the pregnant one to pee every hour and we were starving.  The Dairy Queen in Ranger sucks.  If you head that way, pass it by.  We made it to her sisters house around midnight and then to our hotel room.  By the way, don’t stay at the Howard Johnson in San Angelo.  It was icky and the elevator was broken.  Three flights of stairs at one in the morning with all your shit sucks.  That was enough to make me hate that hotel.

We got up at six to get showered and go get the uhaul.  Moved until almost two.  Ate some lunch and ran errands.  We didn’t get to leave to come home until after six that evening.   I was getting grippey and wanted to go home.  My poor Doll passed out untill close to nine when we stopped at McDonald’s.  We ate got ba in the car and she passed ot again.  WE pulled in teh drive at 12:30 and were asleep before 1.

I’m tired.  I hurt.  I’m pissed off that Brandy went to Douchbag’s and hasn’t come home to help me yet.  I called her at ten this morning.  Its after twelve and she hasn’t called or anything.  I’m too tired to deal with her, but she will for damn sure know how I feel when she gets here.  Fucking selfish bitch.  I’m so pissed at her.

I’m going to lay back down.  I don’t feel good.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

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