Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Worst. Day. Ever.

So lately I dont really have shit to say, hence the lack of saying shit on my blog and the clusterfuck of random pictures and tfln. Anyway, I fucking heart The Bloggess. She is so hilarious and amazing and makes me laugh out loud (seriously out loud) all the fucking time. So I decided to just post some more of her shit. This is absolutely hysterical and could def potentially happen to me since we all know about my love affair with fakies (thats fake eyelashes to all the dummies.)

Motherfucker.
April 20, 2010

I just went to brush my teeth but we were out of toothpaste so I pulled out this tiny little travel tube that the stewardess gave me when I went to Japan and it’s the size of a hamster femur so I squeezed it all out onto the toothbrush and then I started to feel really sorry for the people who live in Japan because that shit is awful. Then it got worse and worse and it started making my mouth all dry and sticky and when I tried to spit it out it was sticking to my teeth and and I wondered if maybe toothpaste can go bad in Japan so I looked at the tube to see if it had an expiration date and that’s when I realized that I had just brushed my teeth with FUCKING EYELASH GLUE. No shit, people. Like, the glue you use to keep fake eyelashes on. And then I panicked because I was afraid that I was going to die or that my teeth were going to get glued together and so I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and looked on the internet for “Will eating eyelash glue kill you?” and the internet was all “Um…maybe?” so I went on twitter and asked them and everyone was like “This is twitter, dude. Not poison control. What the fuck is wrong with you?” and they had a point but I didn’t want to call poison control, both because I’d have to explain that I just ate eyelash glue and also because I didn’t know if I could talk on the phone without accidentally closing my mouth and then I started to worry that if I went to sleep I might wake up dead or with my teeth permanently glued together and then I’d have to pretend that I somehow caught contagious lockjaw because there’s no way in hell that I was going to confess to Victor that I’d accidentally brushed my teeth with glue. So then I called the ASPCA because they were very helpful a few months ago when Barnaby Jones Pickles ate that bottle of homeopathic cold meds but they told me that they didn’t give medical advice to humans and I told them that that seemed vaguely racist and they insisted that I call poison control. So I did. And they were dicks.

I mean, technically they were very nice but I had to explain the problem like three times before they finally seemed to understand the situation and then they assured me that eyelash glue was non-toxic and that I’d be fine but they kept asking me why I’d done it and every time I’d explain they’d say that they didn’t understand and I assumed they were making a tape of all of this to play to their friends later or possibly they honestly just couldn’t understand what I was saying since I wasn’t using my lips so that they wouldn’t get glued to my teeth. I tried to explain that to them but there was a lot of silence on their end so I finally just hung up. It’s bad enough I just ate a bunch of glue, poison control. I don’t need your damn judgement.

PS. I just woke Victor up to tell him what happened so that he could check to make sure I’m still breathing every few hours and Victor rolled over and said something about how I brought this on myself because “who the fuck confuses glue with toothpaste?” Well, obviously *I* do, Victor. Way to blame the victim, asshole.

PPS. For real y’all. They look EXACTLY ALIKE. ANYONE COULD MAKE THIS MISTAKE.

PPPS. This post is probably full of typos and run-on sentences and I’m sorry about that but I JUST GOT FUCKING POISONED, Y’ALL. It’s kind of heroic that I’m even able to write this post at all, you guys. If anything, I deserve a goddam medal.















Obviously Japan is trying to kill me. Probably. This is exactly like Pearl Harbor, but worse because I got vaguely poisoned AND I'm out of eyelash glue. So it's like a double tragedy. Plus, I don't even know where the fake eyelashes this glue goes to are but when I do find then they'll be totally useless. Worst. Day. Ever.

1 comments:

GrittyVelvet said...

Hahah this is almost as funny as the time I put Nair on my arms thinking it was lotion. OUUUUUCCCCCCH that shit hurts. Oh well it did leave my arms nice and smooth.