My day started out like any other day.
Then I slammed my fingers in the closet door so hard they made this sick cracking sound and clear fluid oozed out of my nail for six hours.
Things just kept getting worse.
Everything I touched either broke or caused me to scream at it (babies excluded.)
By 2:00 I was drinking Pinot Grigio in the backyard.
I waited until Chance got home to fully delve into the rest of the bottle while I grilled tofu dogs and burgers.
And now? I’m watching a fucking marathon of Rock of Love II with Brett Michaels of Poison.
Sometimes when the day starts to slide, you just have to slide with it. And take Brett Michaels with you.
on Mar 27th, 2008 at 10:32 pm
tomorrow might be better.
on Mar 28th, 2008 at 4:41 am
By the looks of him i think he had slid before you (slid, is that right? Slidden?)
on Mar 28th, 2008 at 8:14 am
Shit dude. When all else fails, turn to booze and bad TV. I think you did pretty damn well, considering. How them fingers today?
on Mar 28th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Ouch dude, hope things have improved since then. Funny, I was thinking about this show this morning. I’ve never quite gotten the hair band/cowboy hat association, but it clearly lives on.