Did you know Kyrie Eleison is Greek for Lord have mercy? I looked that up recently. Because I’ve been singing that song for the last…twenty…some years without a fucking clue what it actually meant.
(Kyrie by Mr. Mister)
Apropos of nothing and all that.
Anyway.
… I was trying to write about writing, as I do, but much like the writing—it wasn’t working. So I deleted it.
… Last week I smashed my toe by dropping a bottle of vitamin water on my foot. The bruise is starting to fade, but the pain is still there whenever any amount of pressure hits that spot. Which is frequently as it turns out.
… Monday I was tending to some laundry and smashed the top of my head on the bottom of the dryer door. Miraculously there was no apparent knot left behind like the other times I have smashed my skull doing laundry.
… Laundry is fucking dangerous, kids.
… Today I made brownie-like lemon bars I found a recipe for. Then concocted an experimental taco-flavored pasta salad for dinner that actually turned out pretty well.
… We got a wedding invitation for my brother this week. Joe and Gayle are getting married in August. They’ve only been together for about fifteen years and they just moved in together. They might be rushing things a bit. For snails, that is.
… This wedding is not out in Bumfuck, Egypt OR a full Catholic mass. What is this strange phenomenon going on here?
… I ordered a dress to try out for said wedding. It looks cute online. What it actually looks like remains to be seen. Also, how will it look on me and will it even fit?
… Speaking of dresses…WTF is with the FUGLY these days? GEEZUZ.
… I want to wear the black dress I already own, that I look sooper cute in, and makes my boobs look FANTASTIC but I can’t squeeze my fat-ass into it anymore since I packed on forty pounds after quitting all my medications.
… O’Malley and I have been in a fight for longer than I care to admit. I was doing well and one morning after, I had so much pain in my SI I could barely move and I could feel bone grinding on bone when I tried to walk. Also, I can’t fucking remember to actually try to use the elliptical because, as I’ve stated countless times, my brain is fucking worthless.
… O’Malley is the elliptical, by the way.
… If the dress I ordered doesn’t work out, I think I’ll try this one.
With these shoes.
Or possibly these ones if it rains.
Because I want to look FUGLY classy as shit for this wedding.
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