Please Save Me from Myself...

This weekend (not counting Friday, on which I played the ponies and went bar-hopping with some people I just found out I work with), I spent pretty much the entire time sitting on my sofa watching cheesy-ass movies and feeling sorry for myself. Have you ever had a weekend like that? Where movies like (don't shoot me) RAISE YOUR VOICE or SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS make you cry your fricken eyes out? I woke up today feeling much better and pissed off that I even sat through a third of Raise Your Voice. It's really not normal though. I just curled up in a ball and stared at the tv for like 10 hours.

I did make my way to Ross and Target Sunday afternoon. After waiting around for Bring It On to end.

I was in the dressing room at Ross and realized that I was the only English-speaking person in there. Then, I got on line. I
waited and waited AND WAITED. No movement. So I switched lines. Then, my first line started flying and three people behind me checked out before I even got to the register. When I finally got to the register, a woman jumped in front of me and plopped 4 pairs of shoes on the counter. She then went up to the front of the store and started trying the shoes on her stupid, ugly, undisiplined and dirty fricken kids. After ANOTHER 5 minutes, she comes back, jumps in front of me and starts to check out.

Went to Target after. Same thing happened. I just got pissed off and went home.

Someone has turned me into a p***y. Once upon a time, I never would have tolerated someone walking all over me like that. I would have defended myself. I need to find my backbone. If you can find it, please let me know.