Today was supposed to be good. I was going to the mall, try and meet someone, and generally get my social life rolling. Instead, we stopped at the Goodwill store on the way for their half-off sale, nearly got trampled by freaks who had been waiting for the store to open for an hour, and i got punched out by a crazy Mexican that wanted the TV i was carrying! We get to the mall, stop at the Borders, i got depressed because they were going out of business (f***ing E-Books killed the bookstores!). The entire time i'm there, i'm on edge, and every fiber of my being is screaming "RUN!", so i can't concentrate on anything (still can't figure out what the hell was going on there). I'm exausted when i get home, i go to the bathroom, and i got stung by a f***ing scorpion, and spent the next hour and a half in my own personal world of pain. What the f*** did i do to deserve this?
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