One more complaint:
Wish I was going to see Cults tonight. I slacked in my ticket purchasing and it’s now sold out. Fuck you, organized cool kids.
One more complaint:
Wish I was going to see Cults tonight. I slacked in my ticket purchasing and it’s now sold out. Fuck you, organized cool kids.
Near car accident on the way to work (a dude swerved into my lane to avoid hitting a squirrel) +
broken mason jar full of carrot-kiwi juice all up in the floorboard of my brand new car +
super busy day +
dizzy spells x anxiety +
urgent care after work (tetanus shot for the tack I stepped on yesterday) +
“you need to stay here until we can figure out why your blood pressure is so low” +
traffic on the way home=
time for a cocktail. Or a nap. Or a few of the former followed by the latter.
On the plus side, I’ve lost 8lbs since I was last weighed, I’m not pregnant, I won’t need another tetanus shot for 10 years, I schooled the EMTs in the waiting room at Cash Cab, and the crackhead chatter in the x-ray holding room was priceless; fodder for my novel for sure. Also, I don’t work tomorrow and at midnight my paycheck will be magically deposited into my bank account, making me hood rich for a minute or two.
Thank you.
I google imaged ‘i feel like shit’ and this is what I got.
I didn’t know this was out. This is my fav song from the album. What do you think of the video?
You can always count on Bjork to weird you out.
Let’s retire the word ‘swag,’ k?
Name the movie?
How I feel tonight.
I said no, no, no.
How sad.
Not to state the obvious, but what fuck-brained idiots greenlit both of these (seemingly) shitty movies? In the same year? And why did both of the leading ladies sign on to play opposite those dick-bags?
I imagine this guy is dancing like the robot dude on Dave Chappelle.
While sitting in my car today, I listened to a story on NPR about the end of the shuttle program. What a world.
Traffic. Ugh.