My birthday is cursed. Every year I've had a shitty birthday since I was 15.
2 years ago, our upstairs apartment flooded, I got yelled at by the apartment manager for "breaking" the pipe, and a bunch of our furniture was totally ruined.
This year, I had been saving my upgrade credit on my cell phone because I wanted an iPhone. I figured that if I didn't get one, I'd have enough money to buy one myself. So I go and log in to my account yesterday, see that I have the upgrade, and call AT&T. While I'm on the phone, the customer service bitch manages to delete my voice mail. Seriously... every time I call into their customer service, they disable my voice mail. She then tells me that I'm not eligible for an upgrade until 8/2/09... I ask why, and she said that I signed a new 2 year contract back in December. I never signed a new contract, I sent my phone in for them to replace under warranty... but the guy I talked to then took it upon himself to burn my upgrade credit, and send me a shitty phone.
I also won't get my car back until the 18th... and the other person in the wreck is claiming that I took responsibility for the wreck, even though he cut me off and then slammed on his brakes. He's lying to both insurance companies, claiming that he had been in front of me for a while.
I'm so fucking sick of trying to be responsible, and not running myself into debt. I'm sick of fucking having to take care of everyone else. I'm sick of having to deal with everyone else lying. I'm sick of having "friends" that could give a fuck less about me unless I'm doing something for them.
I'm so fucking done with everything about my life.
