
Not the worst day ever but I'm still going to complain about it.
So in the last ten minutes, I:
Burned plastic into the stove top
Burned dinner {which wasn't plastic but I'm sure tasted like it}
Was ditched by the only person I consider a close friend for a cheap guitar
Was made fun of by my parents, who decided to use lines from an obscure Matt Damon film to outline my failure in the kitchen
Managed to piss off the cat.
I don't care what Miles says*- what the fuck didn't bring freedom, it brought me humiliation, a wrecked stove top and the kind of dejection the nerdy kid feels when the cheerleader dumps him.
*Risky Business.