Run me over one more time, 18-Wheeler of Life. Please.
Thanks, life. After having such an amazingly bad day yesterday and Friday, I really needed to have it continue today. Thanks ever so much. If I have a giant, emotional breakdown in the middle of drawing class tomorrow when I need to get up and present my nicely matted (and so carefully drawn!) finished pieces - you know, the ones my father MANAGED TO PUT HIS FOOT THROUGH SOMEHOW AFTER STEPPING ON AND BREAKING MY GUITAR (you know, the one I need for the final exam on Tuesday and the final performance on Friday?!) - I refuse to be held responsible.
I can't even contact my drawing teacher to ask what I should do. I guess I'll just fail. Great. Just wonderful.
Thanks. Really. That just... completely made my weekend. You gonna go after my dog, next, or my laptop? Maybe finish off what you've started with my eyes and completely blind me? I mean, you already tried to take my cat and my only remaining friend in this state (if I never have a confrontation again...). What's one more little, unimportant thing?
I can't even contact my drawing teacher to ask what I should do. I guess I'll just fail. Great. Just wonderful.
Thanks. Really. That just... completely made my weekend. You gonna go after my dog, next, or my laptop? Maybe finish off what you've started with my eyes and completely blind me? I mean, you already tried to take my cat and my only remaining friend in this state (if I never have a confrontation again...). What's one more little, unimportant thing?