The next 50 years

Oh my, that wasn't exactly the way I pictured it.  So it's my birthday. Yolanda died August 26th 2016 and I rose out from the surgery, so that's my birthday. Regardless of documentation.  August is way better than november!  It was a stat holiday for mourning, gee thanks, and close enough to christmas to be a reduced quality affair when stingy parents are involved. I hated it.School days as a kid weren't holidays but we assembled all morning in the gym to hear war tragedies and see pictures of horror.  Happy birthday indeed. The forced minute of silence for an ADHD kid was pure torture.  So I'm changing it.  I will tell people if they ask, it's august 26th. That makes me a virgo I guess, which frankly far better describes my personality than scorpio ever did.  I guess I had both in me.  I decided to celebrate.  I would go out and buy myself some cake that would be suitable for a birthday and have it with a good fresh quality barista coffee....

I really am just wanting to burst with frustration.  First it's the key I could swear I left on the table last night being gone in the morning.  There was no way for anyone else to interfere either. I just can't find it. Now I can't find the phone headphones I need either. The key is more frustrating because it can't be duplicated, I can't take the lock to the locksmith for a new core, and there's only one left now.  So then after a thorough search I went to do the work from yesterday on the diesel heater. The effing red paste everyone said to use may in fact cause me to throw it out.  I might be able to find a solvent for it, but we haven't enough money to buy it! I am out of oranges too.  Dan. He is so dishonest and sneaky. Ok, so somebody called the city and complained that Dan's van was a derelict. Frankly, it qualified at that point. Filthy, the rust coming through the primer coat he refused to top coat, the cracked windshield, the motor disassemble...