&*%$#@&*$!?&!

next time, i'm going to curse in lightning bolts
and tumbleweeds. this woman's a raging genius.

the raw brutality of the things i think and say in the six-second span after i slam my fingers in a door is really quite astonishing. and pretty impressive, given my predominantly passive nature.

[not sure if that last part is sarcasm or not. i even out-snark myself sometimes.]

but seriously, slamming your fingers in a door has got to be at LEAST four times worse than childbirth and two-and-a-half times worse than falling out of bird of paradise, uncommonly known as svarga dvidasana.

moody mudra,

in full effect.