Today was one of those days where if the Day per se had a Neck, I'd strangle it..
If it had a Groin, I'd pummel it till the Day could barely walk w/o squeaking "mommy"
It would walk around with 2 black eyes, the fuckin' Envy of all raccoons alive..
And that's if I couldn't get away with shooting it
I'd happily volunteer "Today" as Quentin Tarantino's guinea pig bitch...
Seriously, sometimes u can just smell an incredibly fucked up horrendous Day comin' a mile away
~grabs 'death by chocolate' brownie, sulks, thinkin of sunny days , carefree beachparties...~