Song of the Day

A return to the classics:

Sick -- Sneaker Pimps

Right now it's pumping me out of my space-cadet-edness. Today at work the girls laughed and laughed at my slouchy slumped drag-footed walk around the bakery.
They laughed that is until I cut myself while washing dishes and swore loudly infront of the customers and started dripping blood on the floor. Then they got concerned, and got bandaids.

So now I'm typing this with the middle finger of my right hand wrapped in bandaid and tape. It's frickin' annoying. There goes my 45 wpm.

Anyway this kid understands my pain. But I don't think I would be nearly as cute if I tried to pull it off. Plus I don't even OWN chainmail.