My phone is officially out of commission. The touchscreen doesn’t work anymore; it looks like something from The Matrix now and Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros is on repeat and I can’t get it stop. I can see where someone is calling, but I can’t answer the call.
My dad used google for the first time today and it only took me 12 minutes to walk him through it.
Still need to go grocery shopping. I may go get a few things mainly because I want to Boo Berry and I have no milk.
I’ll go to the grocery tomorrow or Monday. I just ordered from Outback.
I need to go grocery shopping, but I’m being lazy.
This is actually pissing me off. It has begun to ruin halloween for me knowing people don’t spell check. Things are massed produced in factories and sent out for sale to the public spelt spoopy, doo, and creppy. Like what the actual fuck. My computer even automatically changes spoopy to spooky. I mean, come on. The best holiday season and businesses don’t even care enough about it to spell check the items they’re gonna sell. Fuck this shit.
come on buddy wheres your smngfiehp cheer
HOW DO YOU FUCK UP THAT BADLY IM DYING
I just want to say thanks to my bank for not notifying me of the changes in their services within the past 30 days because I was just made to look like a fucking fool at the grocery store. If I could punch a corporation in the face, I would be punching you right now.