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...