holli

When your day starts with an argument with your mother, reducing you to tears and making you 15 minutes late for work, it's pretty likely that it won't be a very good day. When you walk outside to find your car splattered with egg yolk, that's what I like to call confirmation.

Yeah. Someone egged my car. At this point, I've calmed down enough to find it ridiculous instead of infuriating, but still. Someone egged my car. I'm wondering if I've pissed someone off lately, because there was another car parked in the street thirty feet away, and it was shiny as a new penny. Not my car, though. Nope. My car? Covered in egg.

I'm just so fucking cranky and augh, what the hell, SOMEONE EGGED MY CAR. WHAT THE HELL.

This, I think, is a situation that calls for soothing things, like superhero porn, and probably junk food as well.