bad day vs monday

so yesterday was a bad day. it all started around 3pm. a very adorable girl that i had be going on dates with dropped the "lets be friends" bomb. slighty phased me, because there was very little that we had in common. she was cute, and silly like me, but as my roommate put it "we both were different animals in the animal kingdom". its a real shame, i had the same feelings as her, but i was to gutless to tell her, because my need not to be alone is getting stronger. DAMN GETTING OLDER, AND WANTING TO SETTLE DOWN.

well after that, my cell phone and mp3 both die, withthin 5min of each other. head out to work late, notice that i've lost my metro-pass, which i last saw on the street car i took at 11am to return a movie. end up running to work because im late; and end up running into a pole and cracking me shin because im a retard. get to work, its busy for the rasie the roof benifit. im runnign around like a chicken with his head cut off, bruise me ribs off slamming a tray into a doorframe, (how do i keep hurting myself)...and to cap it off, my cheek from friday still cant be found.
sunday was a bad day, lucky sunday ends at midnight, and so did some of my problems. molson donated all this beer for the benefit, and there was extra beer left, so i drank 4 free corona, and took 6 home. and i was told that on tuesday i'll be getting $50 tip out. and when i got home, decided not to go to skool today, because i couldnt be taught a lesson today, and when i woke (well rested at 2pm), i found my missing metro pass. it must of fell out when i did a summersault onto my bed