I May Or May Not Be The Clumsiest Person You Know.

I recently quit my two jobs, and I'm in the transition of moving two hours from where I am now. I still have a class here once a week and obligations this weekend, so I've been living the dream: sitting around, doing NOTHING. Sounds awesome, right? NO. Because I was supposed to visit some friends up north but the universe decided to cancel my plans and make me deathly ill instead.

Thanks.

So I wake up yesterday, all sore throat-y and blurry eyed, and got myself some coffee. This is what happened:

Now, this may not seem like a big deal to you, but LET ME TELL YOU WHAT. That was my adorable heart coffee mug I got the day after Valentine's Day on clearance last year. YEAH. Can you replace that? Sigh. I was disappoint. Then later, you guessed it:

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I mean, this was just a regular old glass so I wouldn't so upset, but it's still hard on the little-ol' ego, you know? Now, to understand the gravity of this mug smashing situation, you need to know. I have a confession.

I fucking love coffee mugs.

I have almost 30.

They make my mornings brighter.

Halloween ones...

Sleepy owls (perfect for tea!)

Now you know. You can judge me and never read my blog again. Just know--that I know that you know that I know of that weird collection you have too, so you can suck my left tit.