and that...that is why i do not cuss.

worst possible thing that could happen, absolutely did.
and i didn't even say it aloud. it was a text.
i want to die.



for those of you wondering, i lost my flash drive...which currently has all of my projects on it--one of which is due tomorrow. so, i texted my dad, concluding this the prime opportunity to employ the f-bomb. right? yes.
...no. no, no, no, no.
well, you see, the text was accidentally sent to the lady which runs the photo labs at my school (where i monitor from 5:30pm-11:30pm).

lovely, isn't it?
the one time i cuss...
just lovely.