Well, Daniel went down to the property management office and confirmed my fears- they did not tow the car, meaning that it has indeed been stolen. :bawling:
Ive been sorta busy today. Hah. Not really.
The police officer came by earlier today (right after we started making phone calls) and took down a report. I hope they find it. Fuck. This is unbelievable. We need that fucking car. Ugh. :irked: In the meantime, Ill have to face public transportation. Ewwwwwwwww.
Daniel and I lounged all day, just trying to un stress… cuddling, watching TV, having sex (haha), etc.
Ive been messing around in 3DSM.
My desktop:
Id really appreciate making a few extra dollars on the side, so Im going to make some pre-made layouts featuring crap like that, and then sell em for $2 or $3 each. 
Our car has been stolen.
This is not good. This is so not good.
At 10:45am Daniel and I went out to the lot to get in the car… only when we reached the door to go outside, I realized that our car wasnt in the spot we put it in. We both looked at one another like, “Did you take the car and park it somewhere else?”, and once we realized that neither of us didnt, we went back in and started making phone calls. First I called Target to let them know that I wouldnt be in, then we called Long John Silvers to let them know that Daniel wouldnt be in. Then we called the property management to see if our car was towed since we forgot to pay the $70 fee for this month. They didnt tow anything. We called the impound lot; they dont have it. So we finally called the police. An officer came over and took a report… I mentioned that there are three big bare spots on the hood and roof of the car where the paint is completely gone, so that makes it a bit distinct and hopefully a bit easier to spot.
I cannot believe this. We are so fucked. Who the hell would want to steal a 1991 Plymouth Acclaim? Its an old car. But then on the other hand, like my mom said, its “easy pickings” because it is an old car- theres no electric locks to deal with, and no alarm system to get set off. Jesus fucking christ. Fuck fuck fuck.
Work was hell. It was busy, and because I was on an end register everyone kept coming to me, regardless of the fact that there were twelve other registers open at the time. :irked:
I clocked in at 2:30, out at 11:30. But because of the alarm system on the doors, I wasnt let outside until 11:45pm. By then, Daniel had left, sick with worry, and went home to see if I was there. In the meantime, I went outside in the bitter cold and waited… this guy kept walking back and forth along the sidewalk outside target, each time getting a little closer to me, and staring the whole while. It was really freaky… kind of like I was being stalked. Then, he sat down on the bench next to me, and started making small-talk. I kind of ignored him, until he grabbed my thigh, and put his other hand at my throat and started groping/molesting me. I was really freaked/scared out of my mind and started screaming and swinging at him and hitting at him. I got up and ran towards the locked side door and buzzed the bell to get in. Thankfully the guy ran off, and I got back inside the store. I called Daniel to have him come back and get me, and just waited aroundi inside the store. Needless to say, we were both really stressed and upset from the whole experience. We didnt even get home until 1am, and went to sleep after 2am. Our alarm just went off at 10am, and let me tell you, were not feeling to shabby. Im getting sicker… feverish, sore throat, congestion, coughing, etc. Lovely, huh?
Anyway, I work today from 11am til 7:30, so, let me get going. See ya…
I really want to get Rimmels new scents… my favorite is the pink one, London Glam. It just smells so damn good. :lovestruck:
Daniel and I went to Dollar Bank this morning and opened up an account. We were able to get some cash right away, and our money will be available Monday! Whoo hoo! Then we went to Wal-Mart, but didnt get anything because the parking lot was crowded, the aisles were jammed, and the check out lines were unbelievable. Ugh, I hate that store. I understand that its the Christmas season and all, but ho ho fucking ho, get some organizational skills put in your stockings! Ugh. Thank goodness for Target. Seriously, Target was probably just as busy as Wal-Mart, but more organized, cleaner, quieter, and not nearly so stressful. After we hightailed it out of Wal-Mart we went and ate lunch at Old Country buffet, and then I went to work. I left early though, around 7pm, because I wasnt feeling good. Im a bit congested and my throat has that weird “it hurts but not quite” itchy feeling to it, so I think Im coming down with something, and its going to hit me hard.
So, Daniel came and picked me up, we did some quick shopping there in Target, went to Lowes for tubing (needed to fix the windshield wipers), went to Wal-Mart for Con Air (I love that movie!), picked up a few misc. things, and came home. Now hes doing some work (his procrastination is really starting to aggravate me. :rant: ), and Im feeling really, really tired.
Tomorrow Im going to cash a $47 check at the bank, hit up Victorias Secret for some of that Divine Angel (or was it Heavenly Angel? Hmmm…) lotion, and then off to work from 2:30pm til 11pm.
So, yeah, thats all folks… I need to get some sleep!
As the domain name suggests, my name is Jenn, and I own this blog. I'm 26 years old and married to my one true ♥, Daniel. And while I have two kids (Alyssa is five, and Ryan is three), you won't find "mommy" in my username or email address, nor does my blog revolve around them. I'm a mother, but most importantly I am me, with a passion for love, blogging, reading, and photography. I'm also a busy freelance writer, web designer & SEO goddess, and a blogger relations person for an adult toy company.
