I’m definitely excelling in the role of Cranky Mcburnoutbitchtyface. I’m tired, I’m lacking any and all motivation, the weather is shit, and Lola Gold has a flat. I know, I know, be positive and happy and then rainbows and unicorns will surround me while small animated Disney birds land on my shoulder and sing magical songs.
(Does one need a hunting license for Disney birds? Or may I just blow their day glow coloured heads off without formal documentation?)
On the upside, I finally have a surgery date to have those 4 ridiculous less-than-wise teeth ripped outta my skull where they will undoubtedly leave behind gaping blood filled holes that reach all the way into my jaw…… Wait. This is my upside?
Yeah, I’m fucked.
I’m gonna go cheer myself up by running out and buying these shirts for Steve and I so we can sit at home and stare longingly into each others eyes in our matching too cute for words shirts while Air Supply plays softly in the background.
Jealous, aren’t you?