Between hate texts from a belligerent BM all morning (latent reaction to say the least and at this point I am fully convinced she has to be bipolar) and yes she is now blocked.. and finding out that I don't get that job that only requested half a dozen interviews I took time out of my current work schedule for. Ugh don't ya hate it when you get hit from all sides?

Today is one of those days you want to fake your death, move to Mexico and live off of Tequila and Tacos.

Now.. where did I put that tequila...