May 2017
Ever had super bad day where your thoughts shoot out of your mouth? Oops Sorry not Sorry day....
That's where my oops day starts. Waking. If I could of just climmed out of bed on the left Side instead of the right there wouldn't of been story to tell.
Days like these **** ***. Nothing goes right. Waking up late, dressing quickly, hair ***** monkey butts, where the hell is my deodorant more important where's my perfume?
No time go. Driving. Making time to stop at a gas station because I was to lazy yesterday to put gas in my car. Fudge. I need caffeine. Cigerrettes.
***. Seriously.
Oh, yes. SERIOUSLY. Running late traffic. It's not my fault. As I swear to myself as I am stuck behind every stupid person on the planet.
Breathe. Yes, light another cancer stick take swig of caffeine. Breathe again.
Frickin A.....Why?????? There is no realization at this point I am to blame for this clusterfuck of the start of my day.
Yes by the Grace of God ( Seriously) I was perversely on time for work. ( Thank you)
Oh, yes. The start of the day. ( Secret... I am Server at restaurant) Here we go..here we go.. here we go again...
No... I dropped my cluster at the door when I came in. Why is there cluster when I walked in?
I'm still in the back of the house making my way to the front. ( GOD SHINE YOUR LIGHT)
Fudge it all. Busy day. People into themselves ,harsh. Want want want. No thank you day.
Hum... As I reflected of my day with fake smile. Was it them? Or what I gave off and they felt from my scrabble morning to mid afternoon. Even with the fake smile?
I'm still reflecting on this as I swear when I do my chores. ( It's called side work) Let's be honest at this point I call it the devils work after being there for 2.5 hours after I was done off the floor.
Driving home. Still wishing I had awoken on left side of bed. Call from my best friend. Venting to this beautiful person. Knowing me and who I am.
Yep.....Truth....No One's Fault Then Your Yourself.
Dang.. She's Right...
That's where my oops day starts. Waking. If I could of just climmed out of bed on the left Side instead of the right there wouldn't of been story to tell.
Days like these **** ***. Nothing goes right. Waking up late, dressing quickly, hair ***** monkey butts, where the hell is my deodorant more important where's my perfume?
No time go. Driving. Making time to stop at a gas station because I was to lazy yesterday to put gas in my car. Fudge. I need caffeine. Cigerrettes.
***. Seriously.
Oh, yes. SERIOUSLY. Running late traffic. It's not my fault. As I swear to myself as I am stuck behind every stupid person on the planet.
Breathe. Yes, light another cancer stick take swig of caffeine. Breathe again.
Frickin A.....Why?????? There is no realization at this point I am to blame for this clusterfuck of the start of my day.
Yes by the Grace of God ( Seriously) I was perversely on time for work. ( Thank you)
Oh, yes. The start of the day. ( Secret... I am Server at restaurant) Here we go..here we go.. here we go again...
No... I dropped my cluster at the door when I came in. Why is there cluster when I walked in?
I'm still in the back of the house making my way to the front. ( GOD SHINE YOUR LIGHT)
Fudge it all. Busy day. People into themselves ,harsh. Want want want. No thank you day.
Hum... As I reflected of my day with fake smile. Was it them? Or what I gave off and they felt from my scrabble morning to mid afternoon. Even with the fake smile?
I'm still reflecting on this as I swear when I do my chores. ( It's called side work) Let's be honest at this point I call it the devils work after being there for 2.5 hours after I was done off the floor.
Driving home. Still wishing I had awoken on left side of bed. Call from my best friend. Venting to this beautiful person. Knowing me and who I am.
Yep.....Truth....No One's Fault Then Your Yourself.
Dang.. She's Right...
