Rough week

Sometimes -- and I'm sure many of you fellow blogging readers can confirm -- it's impossible to post. Not for want of time or material, but because life blows up. The last week or so has been bad. I'm not even going to put into effect my usual self-disclaimer, to the effect of "one man's bad day is another man's 'dry out, pussy!'"

I wanted to start something special, and it crashed and burned; or more accurately, just sadly fizzled. Luckily, someone happened to have given me a cat in the middle of it-- this post brought to you by the healing power of cats -- even if they do give you hives.

Below, a series of photos depicting 1 bad week, and a song to cry it out to.

My parents went to Romania and all I got was this stupid accordion.

I would wear a bra, but I puked all over it.

This is what I think of your week.

Yep-- hordes of locusts. Just as I suspected.

I don't think I'll be joining the others for crafts hour; I'll just bang my head against my window for a little bit and then catch up with the ghost of Lizzie Borden.

[photos by Chadwick Tyler via fotodecadent]