The handle just BROKE OFF OF MY VACUUM.
For no reason. I was vacuuming up the livingroom and SNAP. Off it went.
The 2004 me would have been all "MOTHER FUCKER!" Thrown that bitch across the livingroom while crying and going on and on about how "Now I'm going to have to bust into my 'We're Going On Vacation This Summer if it Effin Kills Me' fund".
But that was '04 me. The 2005 me isn't like that. The '05 grabbed the keys, went into the garage, found a roll of duct tape, taped that fucker up and kept on vacuuming as though the handle never just unexplicibly for NO FREAKING REASON snapped off.
I love the new me (Thanks, Dr.Phil, you sexy beast, you)
(I also love the MOST of the people who read this blog. So, since it's "national de-lurker day" or something like that, why don't you say something if you read my sad, sad little blog and never comment? BUT WAIT! THERE'S A TWIST. How about leaving a TOTALLY RANDOM COMMENT, lurker or not. I'll give you an example. "Boy, that Gary Coleman doesn't look 8 anymore and it's creeping me the hell out!")
Or! You could totally buy me a new vacuum instead?!







I'm here.
I love the new you too.
I'm not buying you a vacuum cleaner tho.