Flipflops in the Rain

‘spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace…’

when i heard fuel’s “bad day” on the radio last night, i didn’t realize it was gonna be such nasty foreshadowing in the life of me.

woke up late.
woke up cranky.
woke up sore from yoga.
woke up with puffy, puffy eyes from an allergy attack.
had a quick roommate bitchfest.
hit ridiculous traffic. again.
couldn’t start my craptastic computer.
found out my ‘puter’s hard drive committed suicide. already.
spent most the morning not working. and not in a fun way.
spent a lot of money i don’t have.
had to make a lunch, per the fast food fast.
burnt my hand on lunch.
dropped my hot lunch facedown on the dirty floor and into an open box of printer paper.
dropped hot lunch in front of coworker.
cried over hot lunch. (who cries over dropping something?!)
smoked a cigarette.
taste like an ashtray.
dreading softball game tonight.
driving to game tonight equals no booze.
can’t skip game or team will have to forfeit.
annoyed by coworker’s voice.
annoyed with my negative attitude.
not changing my negative attitude anyway.

Today. FAIL.

thirty three: weasel.
November 21, 2007, 1:58 am
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i don’t dislike many people — but i don’t like you.

with any luck, you’ll be out of my life by the end of december.

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thirty one: denaire.
November 19, 2007, 10:01 pm
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i moved here because i knew i could lean on you, and i’m really looking forward to the developments our team will soon make.