This will be fun!
Do you know what happens when you talk shit about the welfare office being germy? Think about it, I can wait. Give up? What happens is germs will hop on you with a mad spiteful vengence.
When the germs alone aren't enough to beat the spunk out of you, they send in reinforcements that act on your every fault. How they get the information, I don't know. In my particular case it's very easy. Watch me for two seconds and "bitch can't walk.... get her." Because I didn't get sick promptly (we're still deciding on that), and because my fever blister didn't go full blown herpe level, oozing onto strangers and bleeding should I dare try to smile, the germs got tricky and threw a dog in my path. They saw my weakness and pounced with the eagerness of a starving pack of coyotes.
Falling is never graceful and generally ends with a very surprised fallee. I'm so god damned used to it all I can do is hope to fuck that wherever I'm falling towards is just ground. Nope.
I fell into my house. Ya.
Right into it like it was moving or something and I had a chance. Puppy leash snaked around my ankle and I flew face first into the side of my residence with a resounding thud. Mr. Morgan was behind me as I did all the normal shit people who fall do - blame the pavement, blame the dog, faulty shoes and a passing UFO that distracted me.
Bringing me to my lovely point. I have an interview on Monday and I'm already developing a very nasty black eye, head welt the size of a golf ball, potentially sick with a cold, and hosting a fever blister. Word to the wise.... don't talk shit about the welfare office, it WILL smite you. I have no idea how I can possibly look human in less than 72 hours.
Precurser to the carnage, and the culprit:
Mr. Morgan say... it doesn't look bad, can't hardly see it.
....... really?
And yeah, those are my eyelashes, not fake but many people think so. Avon baby... avon.
- DM
When the germs alone aren't enough to beat the spunk out of you, they send in reinforcements that act on your every fault. How they get the information, I don't know. In my particular case it's very easy. Watch me for two seconds and "bitch can't walk.... get her." Because I didn't get sick promptly (we're still deciding on that), and because my fever blister didn't go full blown herpe level, oozing onto strangers and bleeding should I dare try to smile, the germs got tricky and threw a dog in my path. They saw my weakness and pounced with the eagerness of a starving pack of coyotes.
Falling is never graceful and generally ends with a very surprised fallee. I'm so god damned used to it all I can do is hope to fuck that wherever I'm falling towards is just ground. Nope.
I fell into my house. Ya.
Right into it like it was moving or something and I had a chance. Puppy leash snaked around my ankle and I flew face first into the side of my residence with a resounding thud. Mr. Morgan was behind me as I did all the normal shit people who fall do - blame the pavement, blame the dog, faulty shoes and a passing UFO that distracted me.
Bringing me to my lovely point. I have an interview on Monday and I'm already developing a very nasty black eye, head welt the size of a golf ball, potentially sick with a cold, and hosting a fever blister. Word to the wise.... don't talk shit about the welfare office, it WILL smite you. I have no idea how I can possibly look human in less than 72 hours.
Precurser to the carnage, and the culprit:
Mr. Morgan say... it doesn't look bad, can't hardly see it........ really?
And yeah, those are my eyelashes, not fake but many people think so. Avon baby... avon.- DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
7:07 PM
5 Comments:
wow, your eye!! lots of eyeshadow and dont blink?
Good luck!
Looking forward to an update on your chat with the stepmonster. I understand where you are coming from completely. My MIL is horrid and has no addictions to blame it on. She is just a nasty person all on her own.
I'm not even trying to cover it up. I think I'd look more stupid if I did lol.
You can always just try to do your makeup on your good eye to match! I can certainly sympathize. I fall all the time. I didn't get the graceful gene, and apparently it's not something that can be learned.
hahah, good idea MissNev. You two have a lot in common actually, when it comes to bruising one's bod.
I think in this instance you CAN blame the dog.
Sweet Lord my love! You poor thing! Darn that adorable puppy of yours! How did things go???
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