Interlude version two.
I think that July should have been March. When I think of March, I think of rain. Lots of rain. Particularly a cityscape, like New York, where it is pouring down rain where people are running from place to place trying to get out of the rain. And men wear bowler hats but it is modern. I say this because I picture these people in the rain miserable and not having the best of days.
This is how my July was for the most part, kind of crappy. When I broke my mirror on my car, it seemed to bring a bad streak of luck that stuck around for the entire month. So July was the new March. But I am hoping things are going to change seeing that after a month of bad luck because the mirror finally got fixed today.
Things need to get better because I'm tired of little stupid, unfortunate things adding up like the cooler breaking at work or having something go wrong at home. Little things add up. It builds up and spills over onto other things and people. I need change and maybe my broken mirror being replaced is my ticket to that little good luck.
This is how my July was for the most part, kind of crappy. When I broke my mirror on my car, it seemed to bring a bad streak of luck that stuck around for the entire month. So July was the new March. But I am hoping things are going to change seeing that after a month of bad luck because the mirror finally got fixed today.
Things need to get better because I'm tired of little stupid, unfortunate things adding up like the cooler breaking at work or having something go wrong at home. Little things add up. It builds up and spills over onto other things and people. I need change and maybe my broken mirror being replaced is my ticket to that little good luck.