A Face Only A Mother Could Love

As I wrote that title, my mind kept flashing to that one quote in FROSTBITE by Richelle Mead.

"When she caught full sight of my face, her eyes widened in unbashed delight. "Wow. Talk about a face only a mother could love."" (page 87)

But then I think of:

""It's better," she replied primly. "Fortunately, it was only broken by a psychopathic whore and not anyone actually related to me."

I gave ger my best psychopathic smile. "Too bad. Family members hit you by accident. Psychopathic whore ten to come back for more."" (page 88)

Anyway, I'm way off topic. Kinda. Today, my bad luck/klutziness attacked again. And it involved my face.

I was doing my hair this afternoon (I didn't wake up until just before noon) and I somehow managed to burn my forehead with my straightener. Now, there is a big, raw, pink mark in the middle of my forehead. And because fate is evil, my bangs had just gotten a really bad cut and I'm not wearing them down. To add on to this bad luck, my two month with my boyfriend is Sunday.

Oh yeah, I'm pissed. Plus it's raining really loudly so I can say goodbye to sleep.

All in all, today was not a good day. There's more I wish I could say, but it's the internet and I'd rather not have out there.

I wish someone out in the rainy world had a better day then me.

Good Night/Day/Evening/Whater, world!!