liz phair, cold pizza and cran-raspberry juice. it’s breakfast time in the jodiverse again.

i can’t remember what i dreamt about last night, but i woke up with a brand-new bruise. it’s on the third knuckle of my middle finger. it sprouts upwards and over towards the knuckle of my index finger. it wasn’t there when i went to bed last night. it looks like i punched someone really, really hard. it’s that wonderful bluish-purpley color. it makes me look like the badass that i am. nobody’ll mess with me at the grocery store today.