Nobody puts it like BWP and she just summed up my life with a powerful ice cream flavor metaphor via our nightly text exchange.
Unfortunately I know I'm not the only one banging his or her head on walls and chowing down on the praline-and-dick gelato of life. Pretty much everyone I know is having a tough time, even people who normally coast. Long-term relationships are suddenly ending, bills aren't getting paid, jobs are getting scarcer and livers are getting destroyed.
I am at my friend's house right now having a sad pants party about it all, and the one thing that cheered me up today was learning that this week she drove out of a gas station with the gas hose still in her car. Like she ripped it off and drove down the street with the hose dangling behind the car like a wedding streamer.
Me, I just got a street cleaning ticket and locked myself out of my apartment on the same day.
Okay, I am going to bang my head on that wall now. Bye bye.
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I've spent the past week obsessively planning a dinner date at my house for tomorrow night. Planning recipes, buying ingredients, cleaning the house, hunting down obscure kitchen utensils... tonight, after spending over half an hour chopping vegetables and cleaning my shiny new pots and pans, I popped the veggies in the oven for roasting and...
My oven is broken.
Guess we're getting take-out.
FML.
Does it help to know you're not alone? Because it doesn't really help me, but I do enjoy hearing stories about other people's crap.
So, if it helps at all, this is just the tip of the iceberg of the crap that is my daily work life.
I adore the fuck out of you; please continue to text message me on the reg. You are the wind beneath my blog wings.
Okay and my real wings too.
The obvious solution is for us to start an ice cream parlor/dirty movie palace called "Pralines 'n' Dick." All our money woes = solved.
Misery loves company (and whiskey).
I spilled my entire cup of coffee this morning.
Don't worry. I don't think it will last past the weekend, Ms. Clover.
But what about my hat?
WHAT ABOUT MY HAT?!?!
I want to be called moonshine too.
So there with you. So. There.
You're funny and crazy and everything you say it true and I don't know what it is, but you make me fit to burst.
Had I read this post earlier, I would have been prepared for the shit storm. Days have been cursed lately!
Must be this change in weather. Wait, do we have weather in LA?
Engrish is the best site... almost EVER!
I've always wondered what happens when people do that? Did they come after her? I'm so curious!
kelly- that was all my question. after a few seconds of freak out, she turned around and went back, which was apparently the right move. if you don't it is apparently a felony. and you still have to pay $80 to replace it.
Good thing you at least got instructions. Too bad they're in Chinese.
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