Farewell awful week that made me feel like my life is in the crapper

Yesterday, I got really drunk starting at 1 o'clock when I was dismissed from my temp assignment and walked home barefoot, a little over a mile. The temp assignment wasn't working out because it was a family business and the family was full of assholes. My direct boss was great, though. I actually had to have a sit-down about being uncomfortable about the hostility from other employees. . . like his sister. . .

I helped him with apartment inspections before leaving and got mauled by a deadly house cat. I have six deep puncture wounds on my calf from that hell-beast and bled halfway across the complex, which also smelled like pot. We inspected the apartment of some pot heads who work at Guitar Center. The place reeked like cheebee, and they were home in the middle of the day drooling over cartoons on a big flat screen television. Two tards didn't even acknowledge that we had come in and were poking around. It just wasn't working out at this place and I felt anxious going in every day. Yesterday morning I decided to walk because it was a beautiful day and my shoe broke on the way in. Bad omen. I was dismissed by noon and went to Walgreens on the way home to get some rubber $3 flip flops. They didn't have any so I got slippers two sizes too small and walked in those instead. They didn't have soles and it was more like wearing rubbery socks. However, being sent home felt like winning the lottery.

So I went home, ate a few spoonfuls of frosting and drank about eight rum and cokes over thirteen hours. I also went out for a bit and drank half a bottle of cava and had a few spoonfuls of peanut butter and some gyoza.

Next Friday would be my one year anniversary with my ex-boyfriend who I have broken up with about once a week all summer. I am jobless and having humidity-related skin breakouts while my cat builds a new life with another family.

Today I am hungover and spent most of the day playing with make-up at Sephora and trying on evening wear at Macy's. Now I am watching a movie about British time-traveling dwarves and feel ready to get off the pity pot. I am plotting a new novel. How about I ride my scooter cross country? It gets 90 miles to the gallon. I could end up in L.A. and visit my friends there that I met during Americorps service in 2008-2009. I could scoot down the PCH. . .what's the flattest way? Should I rely solely on a tent, or try to couch surf as much as possible? Should I bring a gun? I'm a good shot. Doesn't she look ready for action?