My dad had a heart attack this afternoon right before 50 people arrived at my house for my brother’s graduation party. He’s okay, but it felt quite odd celebrating a graduation and worrying about my dad’s health issues at the same time. He will, however, be missing his own son’s graduation tomorrow which must be the worst feeling ever. And my brother knows that his dad won’t be able to watch him walk across the stage. It’s all quite sad, really.
I’d like to be there on the day that “God” comes down and tells the Westboro Baptist Church that they’re the most despicable group of people to ever hit the face of the Earth and then I’ll watch them all rot in “Hell.”
Went into work at 2 to find out that I was scheduled for 6:30. AWESOME. Had to cancel my plans tonight to mix ice cream for fat men wanting Gotta Have It sizes. And I just received a call from my manager saying the air conditioning in the store broke and it’s 88 degrees inside, the ice cream is melting, and the stone isn’t cold. Instead of telling me they’re closing the store as I would expect, he told me to make sure I wear shorts o____o