About an 8 on the Suckitude Scale, I Think
So it wasn't enough to start off the week with projectile vomiting all over the bathroom I just cleaned that morning. And it wasn't enough that I missed two days of work, resulting in the cancellation of my trip to San Francisco this coming weekend because now I have to ship the Community Services Guide on Friday instead of Thursday. And it wasn't enough that the unending dramah with a certain group of friends reached the boiling point (seriously, these people make me think I'm back in high school or something).
No, the kicker is that I lost one half of my favorite pair of white gold hoop earrings while walking the goddamn dog tonight. Thank you so fucking much. I know I'm never going to see that $%#@!! earring again.
Is this year over yet?
(I know it's trivial. But I really, really loved those earrings, they were unique, and I'll never be able to replace them. Waaaah.)
No, the kicker is that I lost one half of my favorite pair of white gold hoop earrings while walking the goddamn dog tonight. Thank you so fucking much. I know I'm never going to see that $%#@!! earring again.
Is this year over yet?
(I know it's trivial. But I really, really loved those earrings, they were unique, and I'll never be able to replace them. Waaaah.)