Story Of a Crappy Day
Early morning you wake up with your ass on your face. You try to cheer you up with some nice words like "it's ok, it will get better", but as soon as you loke yourself in the mirror, you see the most awfull pink eye all over your face as if you were Frankenstein getting ready to murder those who keep dreaming with his ugky face.
Ok, the pink eye is not so bad, but why the hell my hair look like I haven't watch it for months?? The damm leak on you roof appears out of nowere even though you fix it (or that's what you think).
Well the hair can be fix. But why is my alarm clock on the floor?? Why is it an hour late?? Holly crapp im so late...Shit shit shit...My brother kill my alarm clock with that freaking baseball bat that my father gave him last night, I remeber I ask his to stay way from my thing, but who am I to judge a 10 year old, but is ok, im so late I'll kill him late...
So I keep running and running trying to fix this fu&% day, that it doesn't seem to get any better with time. All I need is some more rain to screw up my clothes, my hair, my makeup, my work and my laptop.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Well well well...Maybe if I ask for some rain, it will stop. FU&%# WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS DAY!!! Is it me master?? Or is the world that is agains me?? Is karma?? But my brother still alive??
Sooooo what do I do to get this day a little better. Well my partner is hot as hell, im wet, horny and a little bit angry. Maybe every crappy day comes with a bright side, and if that one is sex...WELCOME EVERY CRAPPY DAY!!! =)
