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clevermanka) wrote2008-09-29 10:00 am
clevermanka) wrote2008-09-29 10:00 am
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September = Not ending well
Last night I realized (as we were pulling into Lawrence) that somewhere between Silver Dreamer and the car I lost the liner to the leather cup that is not mine.
Mother fucking puss bucket.
Please gods somebody turn it into Lost and Found. I am giving up on the leather mugs and purchasing a cheap wooden thing, god damn it. I feel terrible and I'm going to fret about it all week.
This morning, Mother Nature decided to cheat me out of three hours of sleep. Thanks for the thunderstorm, bitch. That was great.
And this afternoon I'm taking Fetish to the vet. She's had some problems with gross pimple-like infections on her chin and they've gotten pretty...bad. Her little chin was all bloody and scratched up this morning from her digging at it.
September has about thirty-eight hours to turn things around before I declare it the shittiest month of 2008. And considering exactly how shitty my year has been, that's pretty damn shitty, let me tell you.
(To reassure me that there is always something good in my life however, Fetish took a few sips out of her fancy water fountain this morning. That was encouraging. She hasn't shown much interest in it before now.)
This would be funnier if it didn't make me feel like crying.
Mother fucking puss bucket.
Please gods somebody turn it into Lost and Found. I am giving up on the leather mugs and purchasing a cheap wooden thing, god damn it. I feel terrible and I'm going to fret about it all week.
This morning, Mother Nature decided to cheat me out of three hours of sleep. Thanks for the thunderstorm, bitch. That was great.
And this afternoon I'm taking Fetish to the vet. She's had some problems with gross pimple-like infections on her chin and they've gotten pretty...bad. Her little chin was all bloody and scratched up this morning from her digging at it.
September has about thirty-eight hours to turn things around before I declare it the shittiest month of 2008. And considering exactly how shitty my year has been, that's pretty damn shitty, let me tell you.
(To reassure me that there is always something good in my life however, Fetish took a few sips out of her fancy water fountain this morning. That was encouraging. She hasn't shown much interest in it before now.)
This would be funnier if it didn't make me feel like crying.