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Oh, fuckity fuck fuck.... [Jul. 19th, 2003|09:28 pm]
[Current Mood |irritatedirritated]
[Current Music |"Uncle Fucker"]

Went to Art Fair in Ann Arbor today. Bought a really nice wall piece. Got home, and in a moment of not paying enough attention I managed to immediately break a chunk off the thing.

We can glue it back together, but it's not the same. Damn, I hate it when I do stupid things.

On the other hand, went to my favorite clothing store and found two outfits and a skirt. The place was so busy that they were taking names for the dressing rooms. They were handing out bottled water for free, though, for which we were highly grateful.

Now tired, collapsing. Ferrett is showing his dad the South Park movie. Going on out there to join them.

"Blame Canada!"

[User Picture]From: mizdandylynn
2003-07-19 06:41 pm (UTC)
I bought a cup for my collection.. one of a kind... and before I got it to the car.. I dropped the sack.. I heard it shatter.. sigh.... I know the feeling... :(((( (sympathy hugs here)
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[User Picture]From: zoethe
2003-07-20 11:17 am (UTC)


Boo! I'm sorry to hear that. I hate it when I break new things.

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[User Picture]From: correspondguy
2003-07-20 09:07 pm (UTC)

I know exactly how you feel...

Out of my library of many similiar incidents: I once (many years ago) ran in a 15K road race for which I got a mug as a souvenir (rather than the usual T-Shirt). I ran for 1 hour and 6 minutes (the last 27 of which were into a breeze off Lake Michigan, so cold that a guy who finished ahead of me had his naughty bits hanging out and never noticed) and dropped the mug getting out of the car. I never even got it in the house. I think I cried.
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