Dad, They broke me.
Ever get that the feeling everything around you is breaking apart? An aura of jinx-y proportion is emanating from every pour. Well the thing is that it is always happening, you just notice it more when you’re down. Here is a list I compiled of these past two weeks (not in any order).
Rice cooker
Something else of mine broke that night but wont get into details
Two martini glasses
Cut my foot open when I stepped on a shard from the above objects
Favorite coffee mug
Favorite shirt (ripped when picking up the broken coffee mug)
Plastic shell of a computer
CD of photos
Bottle of Worcestershire Sauce
Dignity (I think that was broken way before I got stupid drunk and spilled my full beer all over a friend)
Boo hoo poor me.
I really should refrain from writing while drinking and listening to Sun Kil Moon.
Update:
one big dead Fish
Thanksgiving plans (no way I can go to my parents now, ride fell through and I have to work on friday)
that's it no more...
what happened to me?