Jul 26, 2008 12:07
Annabelle kicked me in the face, and I'm fairly certain that she cracked my zygomatic bone. It hurts to move anything on my face, and after she kicked me, I started to get a sharp shooting pain behind my eye, like a shard of bone poking its way through my indispensable brain, threatening to paralyze my awesomeness. Bobby seems to think that I am overreacting, but it really fucking hurts. I was getting her dressed, and we were playing around. She was laying on her bed, and I was trying to wiggle her skirt on her, and SMACK, foot smashes on my cheekbone.
And adding to this annoyance, there is a commercial that plays here in NC, for a lawyer. She specializes in workers comp cases (and awful geometric pattern, primary color blazers) and instead of being a lawyer, she is a laaya. LAAYA. Because lawyer does not have any consonant sounds after the l. Or so it seems here in the south. I don't know why it bothers me, but you would think after passing the bar, somewhere along the way, they would have told you to kick the stupid southern belle accent. She is a lawyer, not freaking Paula Deen. Which brings me to another rant. Never watch Paula Deen on HD tv. Sure, her face looks okay for an old lady, but her hands are like the crypt keepers!
We need to go grocery shopping. And I suppose I should try to get in a better mood.