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August... 14th. 2010. And very late.
Previously, on Taylor's life: Taylor prepared to spend a few days with Ray while worrying about his trip home. How would it affect her? she wondered. Would things get harder? Taylor struggled with her emotions, and we last left her on her way to see Raymond...

So basically I had a really good last two days with Ray. Day 90 I don't remember much. But Day 91 was fun: we found a stray pit bull pup outside the apartments and did all kinds of errands running to different vets to see if she had a microchip and to get her checked up and making sure she was healthy. Eventually we found her a home, though not her original owner, and we were all glad she was safe.
That was Ray's last night before he left for Reno.
Now, Day 92 was a beast. I mean, this was a day to end all days, seriously.
First off, I woke up at the buttcrack 3:30 AM to help Ray make sure he had all his things. Then we were all of us arguing about which was the fastest/best way to take to the airport. When Ray and I got to the airport even an hour and a half earlier than needed, the line for security was freaking all the way back to the check-in and so I couldn't stay with him for a few minutes to say goodbye. So, already my day blows and it's not even 5 AM yet. I head on my way home, totally forgetting that I'm on the tollway. I don't have a single lick of change on me at ALL. So... I freak out. And I pull up to the window and ask the woman if I can pay with a card because I'm stupid and don't know the ways of the world. She rolls her ugly eyes around and scribbles on a sheet of paper, then hands it to me. I got home and read the paper which told me I had three days to write a check or money order to the Houston Transportation blah blah blah for ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS. Why the HELL can't I just stick a dollar and two quarters in an envelope??? I don't freaking get that. Well, that was bad enough, but then... I realize I have no idea where my checks are. I haven't used a check in like... 837 years. No idea where they are. And since I wasn't planning on telling mom about this whole thing, I was freaking out--because the only way to pay it was to ask her to write a check for me. I told her... and she flipped on me. It was such a little thing but still so bizarre. So later on in the day, I decide to cheer myself up by going to walmart and buying the second season of True Blood since I finished the first and had been dying to find out the answer to the cliffhanger of season one. I get there, browse, get my stuff, and go to the checkout line. The self-checkout is always easier for me so I found one and rang up my items. True Blood is an HBO thing, so it's along the lines of a Rated R movie: you have to be 17 to buy one. This tiny girl working the self scan comes up to me (she couldn't have been a day older than 17 or so) and asks for my ID. I comb through my purse; no ID. Where the hell is it!? Oh, that's right. It's at home. On my bed. Because before I left for Ray's I took out cash at the bank to give to mom and left the ID in the envelope with the cash. That's right. Greeeaaat. The girl would NOT believe me when I told her my age. I was like, "Are you serious? It's not even tobacco or alcohol, it's freaking True Blood. I swear I'm 20 years old, not even close to a young 17 year old, you're seriously not going to sell me this??" That hoe made me drive home to get my ID before she would sell me the movie. OMFG I wanted to punch her. And when I came back and showed her my birthdate, she was like, "Ohhhhmygosh, I'm soooo sorry." Yeah. You better be.

I'm too tired and pissed to do anything, but I think I watched an episode maybe. Anyway, work came later. And that was actual hell. This shift leader guy was a complete jackwagon to me because he wouldn't let me go home even though A) we had four people that night B) it was the night BEFORE truck night, meaning there's nothing to do, and C) ALL FOUR OF US WERE STANDING AROUND DOING NOTHING. And he wouldn't let me leave. He's like two years older than me. Seriously dude. He also personally attacked me and my character which was so uncalled for in the situation. I was so pissed. So not only was I close to tears because of Ray leaving and everything else that happened that day, but then this jerk goes and spouts his demon words at me... I just couldn't stop the crying after that. And I made sure he saw me bawling my eyes out before he left. GAH that was the worst day.

So the next day was pretty uneventful. I worked another overnight, big surprise. That morning, Day 93, I slept until around noon and then ran some school errands for mom. I left my phone charger somewhere and can't find it, my guess is the apartment, but I was planning on driving to Krystal's to look for it that day. Instead, mom took me to bed bath and beyond and bought me some things for school, among them a dock/radio/alarm/charger station for my phone! So that's taken care of and s

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