Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Why I spent the night dreaming about throwing myself in front of trains

I hate my classes. I am in over my head.

And last night I lost my wedding ring in the process of swatting at a spider.

I fucking hate spiders.

9 comments:

heatherfeather said...

i'm sorry.

no snark. no platitude, either.

but i am sorry.

Isobel said...

Proof, as if any were needed, that spiders are evil.
Sorry things are crappy right now. Stick with it though.

Afe said...

Holy shit, you lost your wedding ring? You are in deep shit, boy.

Astrid said...

Do you like The F-Word?

Lucky said...

Wow, I guess it's your turn for a ride on the bad luck train.

Keep at it, you've gone way, way too far to give up now.

And, uh, good luck on finding your wedding ring.

Jenny said...

Come along old bean, everyone hates classes in the first term. At least 90% of the class are probably thinking the same thing, except they're also worrying about doing their own laundry for the first time.

Chris Cope said...

Astrid, it's not so much that like or dislike the F-word anymore than I like the word "soup." But, as my grandfather once said about my use of profanity: "Sometimes it just fits."

Banksy said...

Chris, re the ring which dropped off of its own accord

a - did it have writing on it which only showed up when you put it in the fire?

b - did you find yourself followed round by blokes wearing rags who hissed a lot?

c - did the ring answer to the name of 'Prrreciousss'?

d - did friends have trouble seeing you with it on?

If you can answer yes to any of the above, then your probably best off without it, after all look what happened to Isildur.

Oh, and you're probably a Hobbit.

bryan torre said...

Speaking of nothing:

Didja hear about the dyslexic who was so despondent he threw himself behind a bus...?

(ba-bump, tishhh)