municipal_man

i enjoy the feeling of the rivets on freshly dryed jeans burning my hips. wait a minute, no i don't, that fucking hurts.

i have bad luck when i throw things. once, i was playing tony hawk, and to distract me, will stuck a sharpie in my asscrack which was apparently hanging out. i picked up an empty 20oz bottle of fresca and threw it at him, and broke two of his bottom front teeth. i didn't throw it that hard, and it was empty! the cap hit him at just the right angle, though.

this morning we were all reveling in the beautiful weather outside, when kitty came out of the woods to say hello. i had a couple small stones in my hand that i was going to skip on the pond, and i lobbed one up in the air towards him to scare him (okay, bad judgement). of course, it hit the ground next to him, and it took a bad hop and hit him in the face. i felt pretty terrible. will got more angry at me for hitting the cat accidentally than when i broke his teeth accidentally.

i don't know what i dislike more: dealing with the raging beginning of a cold while in the comfort of your own home for the weekend, or dealing with the tailend and fatigue of a cold at work. i guess i'll find out tonight! it's a good thing that i don't operate any of the heavy machinery, because contac cold pills really fuck me up. i used to take them all the time around christmas time when i worked at fao schwarz, because it numbed me to people screaming at me because we didn't have the toy thier kid wanted in stock. "ohh, yeah, poochie. we're all out of those. sorry." the pills made me want to lay with the plush animals all day.

katharine cut all my hair off today. maybe i'll be able to slam dunk now.