I’m being over-dramtic… whaaaa?

I guess this is what my mom always meant by, “Don’t be so over-dramatic!” When I was a little girl I thought she meant that I wanted to be an actress when I was older. Which I didn’t. Regardless, I never really thought myself to be THAT dramatic. Sure, at times we all are, but am I completely out of my mind for throwing a huge hissy over my B of A situation from earlier? (While typing that out I just got a flashback of a previous situation where I threw a major fit at the CTO  back at UCLA. Yowza! I forgot about that. Over tickets no less. In front of a crowd. And a girl I studied abroad with that worked inside. Can’t take that back now.)

Scene of the Crime

 I guess I just hate hearing “no” and can’t handle being a rational adult when I can’t get my way. Sucks for me. Don’t judge – I’m working on it.

Long rant short, all I wanted to do today was go for a walk, lower a monthly payment, pretend to be responsible and get some administrative BS taken care of. Instead I hyperventilated on the phone with 2 different people, lost all my numbers in my cell phone, and cried my eyes out the rest of the day.

This is not exactly how I wanted to spend my last night of unemployment. Good thing Waiting to Exhale is on VH1.