September 8th, 2025 - What the heeeellll

There isn't enough hyperbole in the world to express my exhaustion. As they day continued I fear it only grew, leaving me defeated. My alarm went off as usual except now I cant use Siri or the touch screen, so once it was turned off I really had to get my ass up. Then at work Annjelette wasn't there, the day was quiter, more somber, bleak. I had lunch with Lou, she's really pushing me and Sara. I told her about my phone, how I wasn't ignoring either of them on purpose, she told me to get it fixed and to learn Spanish lmao.

The plan was simple, go to Mobile Klinik and get the screen repaired. Without hesitation they fell apart. Truly, genuinely the easiest way to get me to do something is ambush me with kindness. Be an asshole and I'll be polite but refuse, stab me I'll fight back but give a smile and hello and I'm your bitch. This guy wanted me to sign up for a credit card. I truly don't want one, just another thing for me to handle. Instead of saying "no" I was there for an hour. At every turn we had an issue, the universe telling me to leave, at every step I stayed. The sales associate, Nolan, proclaimed that he could fix my phone and he failed, he walked me to Mobile Klink where they told us that the phone is done, he took me to another phone shop where they repeated the same sentiment. He had me switch sim cards with his coworker, he had me create an entirely new gmail account, he had me lubed up and spread open. I watched the seconds turn to minutes turn to hour, every grain of sand took an eternity to fall. I was stuck in a cage of my own creation, endlessly watch myself wither. He had me scan my face, he took pictures of my drivers licence; only when we got to SIN did we hit another road block, I don't know my SIN, they wanted me to sign into TRA Canada and find it, I dont know my TRA credentials. They tried to approve me for their credit card but my ID isn't valid, it expired last month. Finally I was free. I took his name and number down. I- AGHHGHHHH fuck man. Fuck.

If people ever speak to you in public, just kill them. Pull out a knife and slit their throats. I promise it'll be better than anuthing they have to say.

I got home and would have loved to speak to my mother but alas my sister made other plans, she overshadowed my voice with her own. Too meak, I retreated upstairs. I made it down later to eat and watch Wednesday with the same sister that stole the sun above. I bought a new phone on Amazon, Apple is an awful company that deserves to have it's higher ups dragged through the streets, hung upside down and flayed. But I love their UI.

I watched Peacemaker. I'm tired. I want to move out, my thoughts are scattered. My room is a mess, I miss my cousin.