You know those days where every little thing that happens (dropping a shampoo bottle numerous times, for example) bothers the shit out of you??? Right. Well, that was my life today. From attempting to enjoy a sunny October day in Wicker Park with the boyfriend to giving my self a late night pedicure, all of it seemed like a disaster. Nothing went right, then when I complained about it, I felt like a spoiled fucking brat. Which brings me to my conclusion for the day: I have first world problems. Yeah. Like the coffee dude gives you a latte when you asked for a chai. Like fucking bullshit shitty shit shit. There are people out there with serious problems: homelessness, drug addiction, starvation, no healthcare, just to name a few. And I have the audacity to complain under the beautiful weather God (or science) gave Chicago today. I only wish I could rewind the past 12 hours and start with a grateful, happy attitude.
So, with that, I am going to drink the rest of my tea, maybe have a beer, and pretend Prince wrote a song about me.
