Whose Wheaties Did I Piss In?!?

(WARNING: If you don't care for cursing, lots of pictures, or bitching and ranting then you should probably click the X in the upper right corner now!)

I didn't want to spoil my exciting announcement yesterday with my shitastic day but I need to get it off my chest and since this is my blog, I will bitch when and where I please.

So yesterday I wake up in the morning and start getting ready for school just like I do any other day. I remember that before Big Man left for work that morning that he said he left my car keys in the garage because he had to get the garage opener...so in my still half asleep daze I venture to the garage to find my keys. I open the kitchen door that leads to the garage and before I can even step my foot in I am greeted by this:

Yeah, that's my car..but take a closer look a little above my car, see anything different?!?

Oh you still can't see...well let's take a closer look.
Well looky here...the piece of shit that they like to call an 'attic' decided to crumble, crack and fall and send all it's contents (i.e. suitcases, x-mas decorations, tupper bins full of toys etc.) onto

MY FUCKING CAR!!!
Now you can only really see the debris from this picture but if you look at the car head on, you'll be able to see the wonderful scratches and dents that now litter a car that I don't even own (sorry Drivetime!)
I never park on that side of the garage (FMIL does) but the one night that Big Man moves my car and puts it there, this shit happens. Really, what are the fucking chances of some shit like that happening?
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So then I head off to school.
Now you will remember that I said that I am not good at math and was nervous about my College Algebra class.....well....it turned out to be my worst fucking nightmare!
I sat in class for an hour and 15 minutes and by the first five minutes in I was completely fucking lost. I don't mean just a little bit, I mean 'Iii doo not uunddersttannd thhe woordds ccoomingg outt yoo mouuth' kinda lost. This lady was going so freaking fast, by the time I finished writing one problem she was like two problems over. And she didn't even explain how to even do it. She just did the problem like we knew what we were all doing.
Well maybe everyone else did..but I was lost in the fucking sauce.
So you know what I did this morning, dropped the class.
Go ahead, call me a quitter (I am, and I could really care less) but I don't have the time or the money to be wasting on a class that within the first week of class I'm already behind. I know myself and I know it would only go down hill from here, so instead I will be saving myself money and a headache and will try it again next semester.
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You thought things couldn't get shittier...
LOL, Silly you!
After I got done with my classes and then work I came home to this:

My poor little fishies are dying!

This is them in happier days before Big Man transferred them into their bigger tank, aka their Death Bed!

If you look closely you can see around their tail, gills and fins, what I think is blood collecting and I am pretty sure that it is not healthy.

It hurts my heart to look at them. I quite possibly might have sat in front of their tank last night and watched them chill at the bottom and swim a bit when everybody went to bed..I also might have shed a few tears.
It's sooo sad watching them and a part of me wants to just scoop them up and flush them down the toilet to put them out of their misery, but I don't have the heart to do it. When they die I hope I'm not home...I'm not even on my period but I become super emotional with things of this nature.

You might ask (or might not, but I'm gonna tell you anyway) but I have such an attachment to these fish because the were Big Man and my first pets together. I know there gold fish and they weren't going to live forever but they survived the move so I thought they were golden (pun intended).

This might be the last post of when I see them alive so please introduce yourselves to:
Kelis: she's the white fish and orange fish above. she got this name because she's 'bossy' and would always steal the other fishes food..hence why she is the biggest one and survived the longest.
Nas: it worked out better before the in real life ones got a divorce and had that baby mama drama...but he got his name because he is kelis' bitch boy. they really are inseparable (the fish that is)
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I'm done.