A fucking wonderful day
Today was filled with horrible events. As I like to avoid mention of the cause of the worst horrible event, it will go unstated except as this reminder to myself: I am a good person. But I will mention the remainder to the live journal public:
When i got home from work, i was in a pretty shitty mood, but I was excited because the guitar case i won off ebay arrived in the mail. Its super sleek, odd shaped and was touted as a case for a 60's Vox Phantom. Of course, i just bought my Teisco Phantom knock-off guitar - so this was exactly what i was looking for. I ripped it out of its packing box and put my Teisco inside. And then tried to put it inside again. Maybe it needs a little different angle. And i tried again. Fuck, my guitar doesn't fit inside.
I went and sat at my computer. Then in came the tornado - two cats twisting and turning around each other tearing through my room. Dusty was attacking and Mortimer was screaming. After a few minutes, the fighting abated. Carlos came in to my room and began asking stupid questions like "didn't you check the measurements of the guitar case before you bought it?" If i did that, the fucking case wouldn't be sitting in my room!
Then carlos noticed something on my floor: "Mortimer shit on your blanket!" Dammit. Mortimer just took a huge messy shit on this blanket I just washed (after who knows what mess Mark Sultan and the Riff Randells drummer girl left on it). Fucking fuck!
I cleaned the mess and sat back down at my computer. But at this point, the day had sucked all the energy out of me. A nap. Yeah, that would be nice. I hopped into bed with my eyes already half shut. But then a smell entered my widening nostrils. There was a huge piss spot on my bed! Not only did Mortimer just take a huge shit on my blanket, he also spread his piss all over my bed and matress. Fucking fucking fuck!
I would love to just go to sleep to have this day end, but i have to wait for my sheets to finish washing first. Fuck.
When i got home from work, i was in a pretty shitty mood, but I was excited because the guitar case i won off ebay arrived in the mail. Its super sleek, odd shaped and was touted as a case for a 60's Vox Phantom. Of course, i just bought my Teisco Phantom knock-off guitar - so this was exactly what i was looking for. I ripped it out of its packing box and put my Teisco inside. And then tried to put it inside again. Maybe it needs a little different angle. And i tried again. Fuck, my guitar doesn't fit inside.
I went and sat at my computer. Then in came the tornado - two cats twisting and turning around each other tearing through my room. Dusty was attacking and Mortimer was screaming. After a few minutes, the fighting abated. Carlos came in to my room and began asking stupid questions like "didn't you check the measurements of the guitar case before you bought it?" If i did that, the fucking case wouldn't be sitting in my room!
Then carlos noticed something on my floor: "Mortimer shit on your blanket!" Dammit. Mortimer just took a huge messy shit on this blanket I just washed (after who knows what mess Mark Sultan and the Riff Randells drummer girl left on it). Fucking fuck!
I cleaned the mess and sat back down at my computer. But at this point, the day had sucked all the energy out of me. A nap. Yeah, that would be nice. I hopped into bed with my eyes already half shut. But then a smell entered my widening nostrils. There was a huge piss spot on my bed! Not only did Mortimer just take a huge shit on my blanket, he also spread his piss all over my bed and matress. Fucking fucking fuck!
I would love to just go to sleep to have this day end, but i have to wait for my sheets to finish washing first. Fuck.