Oh holy feck.
Not only did I see a real live gun shop for the first time the other day, but I’ve gone and broken my bridge.
The brand spanking new bridge on my brand spanking new viola da gamba (the funny early music instrument I play).
If I ever needed proof of my hack-status, that’d be it. Was just waiting for the strings to stretch in, nice and slowly, and now I can’t play it at all, and have to fork out for a new bridge. 200 smackers even, think of how much lipgloss that could buy me…*sigh*
In my defence, it was slender. But crap, am I a hack. Ugh.
Some nice, hot guy I met the other day says he’ll call but still hasn’t, another guy devoid of heart nearly breaks what’s left of mine, and this gorgeous made-for-me dress I was bidding on…I couldn’t really afford it so I let it pass me up. Meaning I have no swanky outfit for my birthday celebration next weekend.
This weekend sucked.
