Ugh
You know what I hate?
Being proven right when I predict that I will be woken at an uncomfortably early hour for money-earning purposes.
Longest day.
Ever.
And its only two hours in.
Journey into the mind of a 5cm tall finger puppet and discover, like in a classic episode of 21 Jump Street, that all cats are grey in the dark. Or differences are only skin deep. Or bandanas are not ever going to make a come back as head gear. Some shit.
4 Comments:
SOmething to cheer you up
x sharptoobs
ohmygaawd sharpatootha, that is too sweet!
Lucky I waited til after lunch to view it, otherwise I might've gone into an insulin coma and died ;)
thanks (I am still hating today though)
Yes. That truly does suck. Being proved right in any negative circumstances is cold comfort really.
e.g.
"I'll bet it's going to rain at my birthday picnic"
"I'll bet my three-month-old baby starts crying the minute after I fall asleep"
etc etc.
Gigglewick, so true. Why must there be this darkside to being always right? I thought the whole point of being Always Right was that everything was always 'alright'.
damn.
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