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can not brain
Ever have one of those days that never seems to end? I am having one of those days.
Nothing in particular happened today that would make it so intolerable, perhaps a minor but slightly jarring incident, initiated by some force of nature that cannot be blamed or scolded like gravity or sleeplessness or wind, but nothing I can really put my finger on.
Please! I would just like to go home, have a bath, eat some pizza and ice cream, play with my dumb dumb dog and call it a day.
So dearest today - that's enough. I kind of hate you for no reason at all, so please just get out of my face.
Nothing in particular happened today that would make it so intolerable, perhaps a minor but slightly jarring incident, initiated by some force of nature that cannot be blamed or scolded like gravity or sleeplessness or wind, but nothing I can really put my finger on.
Please! I would just like to go home, have a bath, eat some pizza and ice cream, play with my dumb dumb dog and call it a day.
So dearest today - that's enough. I kind of hate you for no reason at all, so please just get out of my face.
when I think about you I touch myself
If I offer you some of my gummy bears, I am just trying to be polite. If you actually take one, you're a dickbag forever.
no!
Being an adult is sometimes so bloody awful, especially so
in the mornings. Maybe mornings are easier when you're Kate Middleton - or say
- John Stamos. I feel like such beautiful people get to wake up to gentle
kisses, fresh daisies and a feeling of warmth which let's them know they're
safe. My mornings consist of me being dunked in a vat of fuck. And being an
adult, mornings and I do not go well together - like hummus and chocolate.
Probably just like every second person in the world, the
only redeeming factor of being an adult, awake at 7am and going to work is
getting to drink coffee. And this morning's coffee shop episode made me laugh.
I was in such a particularly bad way this morning because
I had not played my cards right on the tube and didn’t get a seat. I ended up spending
15 minutes with my face rammed up against the glass door and someone's walking
stick wedged up my ass.
You know how there are usually two nerds behind the
counter, the one that takes your order and the one that makes your order? Yeah, well this
morning, a beautiful blond nerd took my order (she probably is woken up a la John
Stamos) and I almost cried at what came next. She would not stop TALKING TO ME about the WEATHER
about the WEEK, "oooh tomorrow's Fridaaaaay!!!". I was minutes away
from screaming "God I wish you would just shut up. Why are you
talking so loud?! What is wrong with you? Cant you tell that I'm on the very
brink of a nervous breakdown and that any immediate noise may just instigate
it?! It could be the very demise of my sanity you foolish little beautiful
woman!!! For the good of humanity coffee woman SHUT UP!" and laying the side
of my face on the counter and calling it a day.
What are some of your morning horror stories?
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