O Perilous World

August and I clearly aren't seeing eye to eye on things. A flat can of Coke greeted my Wednesday morning, Thursday brought forth a flooded bathroom and a botched pipe, Friday kicked a football into the hood of my brand new vehicle, and now the worst offense of the lot:

Is that pink ink covering my hand (and not-pictured leg)? Absolutely. Is that pink ink coming off? Absolutely not.

Let this be a lesson learned: don't mess with the printer at 3 o'clock in the morning and expect to emerge unscathed. The only thing that makes me feel modestly better is looking at the kewlest Xbox evah.

I feel kind of bad that I sold my soul for that PS2 all those years ago, cause I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to hawk something in order to afford such ridiculous glory.