Sarah A La Mode

I found my keys. Or rather, my mother found my keys. I woke up to this text this morning at 6:50 AM: I found your keys :-) (She sure loves to use emoticons in her texts.) First I was filled with relief. So I headed over to get the full story. “Gadzooks, Sarah! Wherever could your mother have found them?? You searched for a whole day!” Turns out, they were in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVD cover box that’s been sitting on my table. Right. In. Front. Of. My. Face. (Palm) I knew that one day my innocent addiction would become my folly. Yay. 

I have Friday and Saturday off. I’m going to go see the Decemberists at Edgefield. Anddddd I’m going to pick up my new outfit from Frances May, which consists of: This Rachel Comey top: And a white high-waist Opening Ceremony maxi skirt. Something to pepper up my spirits. Any chance I’ll see any of ya’ll at Edgefield tomorrow?

I’m tired of random unfortunate instances happening to me. I thought I’ve been building up some good karma for myself. I guess I just have to wait a little bit longer. Instead I get landed with sifting through last nights garbage bag. And I also had to get a replacement key for my apartment. I can pretty much feel the look of disgust confusion emanating off my computer screen. “Oh gorsh, Sarah! However can these two stories possibly have any relation?” Oh.  They do. Story of my awkward life coming your way. I decided to escape the heat of my apartment for a somewhat cooler environment at my parents place. I get there. Watching some Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Highlight. As I’m about to leave to go back to my place for a change before work. My keys are gone. Poof.  Without a trace. So now I’m a hot mess; emotionally and literally. I’m ripping my parents’ house to pieces, 30 minutes before work looking for my damn keys. Fuck. Me. I looked everywhere. 20 minutes. I looked under cushions, under tables. Fuck it, I even check cupboards and the goddamn refrigerator. 10 minutes. Cue frantic call to work. 5 minutes. Irrational anger towards my mother who is the only one keeping a level head. Of course. That always happens. Yell at the one who is actually being proactive. Who felt like an asshole? This bitch. -5 minutes. Then I headed over to the admin. office for a new key. Fuck it. I give up. I’m guessing they disappeared in a fit of spontaneous combustion. As I called my mom to apologize, she asked if they could have been thrown in the trash. Stupid idea. ….Maybe? So there I was. Outside. Platform heels and silk pants adorned, looking into a bag of garbage. And, no. Not there. Still MIA. At least I’ve kept my car key separate. I’m going to post my keys’ picture on the back of milk cartons. Keep an eye out, yeah? One has a Hello Kitty key! God speed!

I think it’s time I started to get back to this blog again. It’s been waaaay too long since I’ve posted. Annnndd, not to mention, my page says I still suffer work at Subway. Yikes.

Was it too much for me and my bud “J” to talk about blumpkins and mime out each other giving head? It could have been too much for our cute new coworker to hand/ Funny as hell. I don’t think I can get away with all that sexually charged conversation at my new job. *Sigh* WEll now I’m off to go make my sandwich cake. Fingers crossed that it turns out the way I want it too.

Well, it breaks my heart to say this, but I just put in my notice for Subway. It got really fucked up really quickly and theres a mega bitch who’s trying to get me fired. I figure I’ll just beat them to the punch. I just hope now that my other job can give me plenty of stories to rant and rave about on tumblr, but I somewhat doubt it. BUT I totally plan on making a sandwich cake for my last day. It. Will. Be. Epic. I’ll be like fucking Cake Boss