Wrapped in my papoose

I know I might have seemed a tad pissed off yesterday (mainly because I was).

Yeah, sure I panicked and was a smidge more dramatic than I needed to.., but the whole thing was just so vile, offensive and generally disgusting that it made me feel icky all day.
Not good when one desperately needs to get at least sóme studying done.

And as if the whole creaky, old public-masturbator-debacle wasn't bad enough, I got attacked by a pigeon today. Again (It is ideed not the first time this has happened to me, I don't know what else to tell you...they are vicious little creatures).

Winged vermin.

Pigeons, in my opinion, are perhaps the most vile, grotesque birds on the planet....Between the way they bob their heads, their orange, crinkly claws, the feathers or their creepy cooing and moaning, they are absolutely disgusting...and they seem to hate me right back.


But I'm all better now, I am finally getting over the trauma of having a zit on my face that is so ripe, it repels makeup. (I am disgusting, I have been told this before) However, my new Clinique cover-up-stick-thingie is no match for this bad ass mother fucker. Victory!