though, i guess, it does give me a reason to buy a new ring.

motherFUCKER. i lost one of my rings today. it fell off my hand and i didn't even know until i got to work... gone. this was a one-of-a-kind dealy i bought in trinidad two Christmases ago. i am so fucking bummed and pissed off right now.

edit: now it pales in comparison with the friend i whined about this to... break-up city. :(

oops.

5pm edit: so to even further ridicufy my ring experience, my brother took his expired passport to the airport by accident (don't ask) and found out 1.5 hours before his flight leaves. him and his wife live on coxwell! and, of course, he called me in a panic, but i don't have the car today so i couldn't help him out... so i hope they caught their flight to amsterdam. last i heard they were in the midst of a very expensive cab ride to and from their house in rush hour. maybe this stressful dealy will convince him to smoke a j? heh.