the roommates seem to have taken MY toothbrush to the beach on accident.
i must buy one on the way to work. the little sweaters that my teeth are wearing will SO not do, and i'm certain that my coffee breath isn't the best, either.
makes me fervently hope that i have been the only one using my tooth brush all along. *tries not to dwell*
and i must stop and cash my check en route, too.
i need a time machine, damnit!
turn summer trees to bones and ice
turn insects song against the night
with words we build, and words we break
i'm drunk, drunk, drunk in the gardens and the graves.
Update: i would also like to thank the Powers That Be for giving me a surpise zit above my lip, and for somehow filling my only work shirt with FLEAS. i look like my shoulder and right arm has a rash now.
and now i don't have time to cash my check, which means i STARVE until i get home from work, and don't have money for a toothbrush. fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
i fucking hope my day gets better.