Lars and the Real Girl
Jul. 23rd, 2012 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlSome kid named Lars sat practically on my lap the whole second leg of my bus ride home. I forgave him because he had a nice tush, and an adorable little freckle on the shell of his left ear.
Also, I got home, adjusted the blanket on the back of my sofa, and you know when you bend back a fingernail and it's a tad uncomfortable?
Ouch. It smarts. It stings. It does not feel good even typing now, an hour later. Urgh. If my cats could talk, they would now know many, many creative curses. All in all, a pretty fitting way to end the day.
Also, I got home, adjusted the blanket on the back of my sofa, and you know when you bend back a fingernail and it's a tad uncomfortable?
Ouch. It smarts. It stings. It does not feel good even typing now, an hour later. Urgh. If my cats could talk, they would now know many, many creative curses. All in all, a pretty fitting way to end the day.
