Oh God, Chad. You were in Freaky Friday? No wonder why you're such a douche. And I thought Cinderella Story was a bad deal.
And what the hell is that growing off of your mouth?
The dog has just broken another pair of my glasses.
I've had them for a month. One.
At least he didn't eat them this time, he just has this thing where he headbutts, it's a thing with his breed. And now the right lens frame is shattered and Dad is on his way to Mom's to nab my older, old pair.
And my crutches. Because my knee brace? Also dead. Just the top-most Velcro strap on the metal brace, but it's gonna cost around $500 to get it fixed. It is literally one strap, but they wont fix it and the place I go, they have to send it back to the maker for "maintenance."
I am now blind and more gimp-tastic than ever now. Whoo.
Oh, and according to that MyHeritage.com thing I look like either James Spader or Larry King. Yay.
I hate today.
And to add on to the shitfest that is my day:
1) The thumbring I've had on for the last year just broke (It's a rubber bracelet roped around my thumb) and the only other bracelet I have that will fit won't fit over my wrist to get it off anymore.
2) The ring-type thing that keeps Dean's amulet on the leather cord around my neck broke too.
So that's four things of mine that are broke now.
Oh, right. Also? Mom gave Dad the broken old glasses as opposed to the old ones that just had an old prescription.