onceuponajanuary

 I was planning to visit the butterfly conservatory today, but I backed into the garage doorway and broke my sideview mirror as I was leaving.

Yeah, if there's a better karmic indicator that you shouldn't go out today, I'd like to hear it. Still, the mirror itself was intact, so me being me, I decided, "What the hell, I can salvage this." So I reattached the mirror with packing tape. It wasn't until I had gotten back in the car that I realized I had reattached it at far too wide an angle to be able to actually see anything. But it's only the passenger side mirror, so I'll be fine, right? LOLOL no.

What I neglected to mention in the first sentence is that I've only been to the butterfly conservatory three times. I have no idea how to drive there. The only directional aids I had were a Google Maps printout. It told me to turn from Hampden Street onto Northampton Street. There is no sign on Hampden Street that says "Northampton Street." If Northampton Street DOES in fact intersect Hampden Street, they've hidden it damn well. To complicate matters it's raining mountain lions and wolves (which, on the bright side, at least means the mirror isn't so much of a problem since I can't see anything anyway) and my car keeps making this funny noise. Fuck it, I'm smart enough to know I'm not going to South Deerfield in this state. I'll turn around and go to the library. Unfortunately it takes me fifteen minutes to figure out HOW to turn around so I can go to the library, but I manage.

While watching Digimon:

"You gotta ship the kids with their little monster things."

No. Just no. What the FUCK is wrong with you for even thinking that. The protagonists of Digimon are between 6 and 11, for starters, so even if you were shipping them with each other you'd be a disgusting fucking pedophile. Throwing the actual Digimon into it just makes it... I don't know whether you can even call it bestiality because they're not animals, they're "digital monsters." It's something that should not come into the mind of any normal person, is what it is. Literally, if you ship any of the Digidestined with their Digimon, you are a fucking revolting human being and I want nothing to do with you. I don't even want you near me, you sick fuck. The fact that you think anyone wants you here just boggles my mind. We don't. We're just too nice to actually evict you because the administration already doesn't like us.

Between that and your near-CONSTANT screaming about yaoi, you are making me consider leaving Bellatrix. Good job, you disgusting twat.

I had a dream about Enrico Maxwell.

I don't remember what it was about, or anything, just that he was in it.

FML.

I don't think I've ever thrown up so much in my life as I did yesterday.

I'm gonna lie here on the couch until I feel better.

My mother completely ruined my father's iPod and I can't do anything about it without being there physically.

FML.