PSA: shit happens.

[peroxidepirate]

This is like the flip side to my last PSA.

People get sick. People drink too much. Dogs fight. Dogs eat things that aren't food. Things break. Things catch on fire. Soup spills. Bread burns. Keys get lost. Computers crash. Chairs break. Feelings get hurt. Numbers get lost. Assignments get missed. Shit happens.

And the world keeps right on spinning.

This has been a real strange week for me, but one thing seems to be tying it all together: I keep shrugging my shoulders and saying, "Well, shit happens." And the constant shrugging could be a sign of apathy and irresponsibility, yeah... but if you know me at all, you'll believe me when I say I really don't think it is. I think it's just true:

Shit happens. And it's almost never the end of the world.

Comments

[cranky--crocus.livejournal.com]

I'm stuck in England and am crossing my fingers to get home for Christmas. The only thing pulling me through Hell Week was getting home. I thought I'd cry for a week if I couldn't get home.

I can't get home. I'm not crying. I'm watching Legend of the Seeker and cracking jokes about breasts with my brother.

World keeps turnin' and revolvin', don't it?

[peroxidepirate.livejournal.com]

WORD.

I do hope you get home for Christmas, though.

[veras1.livejournal.com]

I support this. Shit happens. We deal.

[peroxidepirate.livejournal.com]

Trufax. :)