a broom and my forehead collide
so today was a day of mixed emotions.
today i seemed to be in the bitchiest mood ever.
maybe its a good thing i didn't call u chrissyface. i might have bitten your swollen face off.
i was cinderella from the time i woke up till about 2:00. my plans of sun bathing were
ruined by my nephew...( i was fuming by then..i now had a reason to be angry)
BUT Sex and the City came to rescue. The whole first season of it.
So right before my soap opera ends, i decide to take my pussy dog outside to pee b/c he's
afraid to go alone (what the hell!?) theres a roach in the laundry room (on the way out)
and of course i freak. i look to my weapon (the nearest thing was broom) for salvation and
i swung at it.
TOO BAD i missed or something i don't remember. what ended up happening was me with my
glasses practically hanging off my nose, a huge knot on my forehead with a scrape/rash
looking thing. To make matters even more exciting, my grandma's yelling "you ruined your
face! your face! you ruined it!" gee golly whiz woman, i feel brand new b/c of you. So double over holding my head,
immediately i wipe my forehead with my hand to check for blood, the pain goin through made me double check b/c there
wasn't any....oh bloody hell...i suffered through all that for no blood....gosh.
only good thing about this knot on my forehead is that it made me laugh...i still dunno
how it happened...well i laughed until my head started hurting.
so now my friends i must rush off to meet my prince charming (not in bed but
in my dreams) for it is 12:30 am. by the way my hair feels gross and i cannot bathe b/c
it is late and i'll make too much noise. knowing i have to clean my bathroom makes me not
wanna wake up forever but the parental unit is right...they have a point. the horror
today i seemed to be in the bitchiest mood ever.
maybe its a good thing i didn't call u chrissyface. i might have bitten your swollen face off.
i was cinderella from the time i woke up till about 2:00. my plans of sun bathing were
ruined by my nephew...( i was fuming by then..i now had a reason to be angry)
BUT Sex and the City came to rescue. The whole first season of it.
So right before my soap opera ends, i decide to take my pussy dog outside to pee b/c he's
afraid to go alone (what the hell!?) theres a roach in the laundry room (on the way out)
and of course i freak. i look to my weapon (the nearest thing was broom) for salvation and
i swung at it.
TOO BAD i missed or something i don't remember. what ended up happening was me with my
glasses practically hanging off my nose, a huge knot on my forehead with a scrape/rash
looking thing. To make matters even more exciting, my grandma's yelling "you ruined your
face! your face! you ruined it!" gee golly whiz woman, i feel brand new b/c of you. So double over holding my head,
immediately i wipe my forehead with my hand to check for blood, the pain goin through made me double check b/c there
wasn't any....oh bloody hell...i suffered through all that for no blood....gosh.
only good thing about this knot on my forehead is that it made me laugh...i still dunno
how it happened...well i laughed until my head started hurting.
so now my friends i must rush off to meet my prince charming (not in bed but
in my dreams) for it is 12:30 am. by the way my hair feels gross and i cannot bathe b/c
it is late and i'll make too much noise. knowing i have to clean my bathroom makes me not
wanna wake up forever but the parental unit is right...they have a point. the horror