i don't think it gets any worse than that. sour milk, we all hate it, unless it's done properly. the more i think about it, my day has been alot like sour milk.
it was bound to be a bad day no matter what. it was thursday. though thursday has some okay tv shows, and preludes to the infamous third day of the weekend; friday.
the reason the day directly correlated to sour milk is simple. if by chance sour milk goes the right way, you can end up with a concoction like yogurt or cheeses and the like. but the other 90% of the time, it's just this disgusting unwanted turn out.
fabulous. my life is currently sour milk. unwanted. unintentional. reeks.
the culmination of all of this was the fact that my bed, that has risers, fell down. I was making it, pissed off at the fact that the sheets were mangled everywhere, and it just fell.
added to that, was the fact that i'm not in the one place i want to be.
as seen above, montreal.
mehhh crap i've been distracted... we'll continue this later.
answering my question on why the cape sucks-- " it's like iceland... in the winter."a.reg
textually frusterated,
pho[tog]rapher
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