My phone at my desk at work isn't working. So maintenance brought me a new one. Which has less functionality than the first one did. Plugged the first one back in. I can make calls and recieve them, but I can't transfer to voice mail and I can't beep into any of the offices. This means I'm either running across the building every so often to find whoever I need to find, I have to ask someone to do that running for me, or I just take a paper message old-school-style and hope I can find them at some point. FML.

Noticed my fly was open. Then realized the zipper broke. Now it's held together by three safety pins. I'm just hoping that the pins hold and that my shirt is long enough to cover them. I wish I could go home and change, but I live 30 minutes away and no one is home to bring me any. FML.

Mainly because of the aforementioned phone issue, I can't get ahold of anyone I need to get ahold of. This prevents me from doing so much that I need to be doing. I have a walkie, but no one that I need to talk to actually has a walkie. And no one that does have a walkie has the time to be running messages around for me. FML.

I'm starving to death. Well, not really, but you get the idea, right? All I had this morning was a V8 energy drink because I'm trying to be a good girl and not drink those bad-for-you chemical-filled energy drinks. I didn't have any food because I haven't gone grocery shopping yet. I can't go grocery shopping yet because I'm broke and will be until a week from Friday. I only have a burrito (albeit one of my favorite ones) for lunch. FML

The quests on this site apparently have it out for me today. I have been making almost 4mil every day in pure profit. Today I made just over 2.8m. If they're messing with the quests today, they picked a crappy day to do it because I'm already down about everything else. I wanted to make a certain goal by my birthday, but I doubt that's going to happen now. FML.

My mom and I found the perfect dog to adopt. And finally everyone was agreeing on everything. But now the adoption agency she's at will not return my calls. Which I assume means she's been adopted. But she's still listed as available on their site. FML.

headdesks while mumbling FML over and over

[edit] The pins on my fucking pants keep bending apart. Jesus Christ, I'm not that fat, wtf. I'm going to have to resort to sewing the damn things on if they break one more time. F.M.L!!