In the Begining.

Ok. I'm a bitch. An artist. A baker. A narcissist. A sister. A daughter. An employee. A terrible driver. A recreational writer. A shopper. A college drop out. I'm always right and I know everything. (Obviously I know this isn't completely accurate, however, deal!) I've toyed with writing a book to account all my daily rants. I'm can almost assure you that my friends get sick of the daily, "Oh my fucking god!" phone calls. In my attempt to channel the bullshit in my life, I've decided to keep a blog. We shall see. Ironically enough I only have one rant today.

Setting: The Findlay Post Office
The Offense: Taking out the postage machine.
Seriously! I needed one singular stamp. To mail my rent check. A day late I might add. I had scrounged enough change in my car to purchase one $0.42 stamp, until I arrive at the post office and see that they have removed my beloved postage machine. All that is existing in its place is a machine that only accepts debit or credit. That's it. No quarters. Mother fuckers. So your telling me that even though all I need is one stamp for this one envelope that I have to wait in line with the rest of the mindless morons, which until recently were the idiots that couldn't figure out the postage machine? I hated the answer. Fuckers. I wish I could pay my rent online. Spite them all!