Self-Sabo'tard
By Michelle DiPoala on Dec 20, 2010 | In Decorating, Self Sabotage
Man, I drive myself batshit sometimes with my own bouts of utter flake-a-tude. For the most part I'm organized. But then I'll have this certain, I dunno, blind spot. Or, not blind. Retarded spot. For example, why can't I keep track of the charger that comes with the power screwdriver? So far in life I have been given one, then purchased another, then a third power screwdriver, having lost each prior charger, thereby rendering a formerly-handy hand tool nothing more than an ex-power screwdriver. You see, the operative word being POWER, which you only fucking get when you keep track of the goddamn charger. No charger, no power. Then it's just an extra bulky regular screwdriver.
All I wanted to do was hang a simple gingham curtain in my new kitchen.
And besides, these stupid little asswipey power screwdrivers never hold a charge long enough to finish a job. Wimpy, wimpy, wimpy. Why don't I have a Makita yet? I'm getting myself one.
Next time I have money to buy anything.
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