Happy freakin' new year.
Once again, Guinness proves itself to be my Achilles' heel (Achilles' liver?). Hit a record number of bars last night (5). Apparently the karaoke monsters on my T-shirt look somewhat phallic, because there are now some people in Seattle who know me only as "the crazy singing penis shirt lady". Happy freakin' new year. Buncha drunken bastards, says the drunken bastard.
In other news, my new bracelet finally came in, and it's too small. I know this because I managed to put it on my wrist but now cannot take it off. Like, at all. I've tried soaping it off of my wrist, no dice. The funny part is that I'd probably be all right with wearing this bracelet all day, every day, if I didn't have to. I'm sure there's a funny metaphor in there somewhere.
In other news, my new bracelet finally came in, and it's too small. I know this because I managed to put it on my wrist but now cannot take it off. Like, at all. I've tried soaping it off of my wrist, no dice. The funny part is that I'd probably be all right with wearing this bracelet all day, every day, if I didn't have to. I'm sure there's a funny metaphor in there somewhere.