Security
I just got an email from race organizers about Sunday’s race. I need Cliff Notes for all of the security procedures, screening areas, express lanes, secure areas, clear bags only at bag check.
Yes..I understand that this is the first major race in Boston after the marathon, and yes, of course security will be tight…but is this the new normal of racing? Race starts at 7…we may need to get there at 5.
So my “best friend” deleted me off of Facebook and doesn’t want to be my friend because apparently I hang out with my other friend all the time and never invite her to do anything anymore and I’m just seriously shitting my pants. I mean are you fucking joking? We’re not twelve, we don’t need to do this. The phone works BOTH ways. Mind you we’ve been friends 9/10 years and you’re pulling this? I can’t even reply to you, because it just so stupid I don’t know what to say. I don’t need this….it’s petty and relentless. I have better things to worry about.
This is how pathetic my family are:
My mum’s under the impression that I can’t cook food even though I’ve lived alone for three months and have ordered in probably about twice - once for my birthday and the second because we wanted Domino’s. So she makes me and my brother go to my nan’s for tea when both her and my stepdad are at work.
Today is one of those days. Except today my grandad has to go to pick up a prize at 4.30. He wants to eat before he goes. So I told him that I’d cook for me and my brother because it’d be easier, 4pm is far too early for tea. His reply: “I’ve already started making it”. No you haven’t. It doesn’t take an hour to make pasta.
Seriously, do they think I’m going to burn the fucking house down or something? It’s fucking pathetic. Don’t even get me started on the babysitting.
