Think of all the bad words you know, and then riff on different variations.

Grrr. I have managed to destroyed my watch, and I have no clue how. I went to check the time before I took my lunch walk and the face is smashed.

Mind you, this watch has bene in my posession for a less than a year.

I’m hoping it’s still under warranty, although going to the mall was not what I originally had for my agenda for this evening.

I HATE not having a watch. It makes me feel naked.

So now I’m sitting at work all mad because I busted my watch AND because I’m feeling all naked.

(I would like to note, however, that I am not, in fact, naked. I am indeed wearing undergarments and pants and a shirt and a sweater and socks and boots. Just so you know.)