My watch (stainless steel, dumb as a box of rocks) died a bit of a dramatic death first thing Thursday morning. I accidentally flexed my forearm muscles and it proved too much for my watch and it cracked under pressure and exploded off my wrist. Not even the band. The solid chunky bit that holds the face. It cracked where it holds the pin that connects the face bit to the band. I. Randomly flexed my forearms. Just in the process of sitting down. Cracked a solid *chunk* if stainless steel. Abruptly and thoroughly enough. That my watch exploded off my wrist.
This might be the sexiest thing I've ever done.
This makes the list of most benignly annoying thing I've ever done.
3. I keep going to check the time and being mocked by my watch shaped tan lines and a hair tie that, 4 days in, still refuses to tell me what tome it is.
3b. Do you know how *annoying* it is to time 2 hour check and changes without being able to just glance at my wrist to check the time?
4. Still. Given my stated goal to be a stronk lesbian, I'm apparently making headway.
My new watch is supposed to get here today and i can not overstate just how face pressed to the glass of my front door staring at my porch i am about this pakidge I am.
It's been almost a week and STILL my hair tie refuses to tell me what time it is.
It's amazing what will unexpectedly drive you crazy.
It's here! It's here! She's all set up to replace the dead one and i officially have a (slightly looser) watch on my wrist again! Casio my beloved.
OMG MY WRIST BEEPS LIKE CRAZY AT 6:30PM AGAIN!



















