07.14.06 :: 9:15 am

I need a podiatrist post motherfucking haste.
Yesterday, our office was closed due to the city shutting the water off or whatever and so I thought it would be a swell idea to take the Miss Stoosh-dog to the park for a leisurely stroll through the grass and to the doggy beach.

Nuh-uh. I guess I was wearing my Bad Idea Jeans because by the time we got home, my foot was throbbing and I could barely make it up the stairs.

Today it's worse.
I am miserable. It's summer and I'm crippled.

Fuck this noise.

Also my finances are so beyond retarded that I actually laugh whenever I read my statements online.

There is no Jebus, only Zul.

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