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Gah. On top of everything else, today has been a Bad Day. I forgot my favorite comfort book in my car and now it's soaked and ruined. I can buy a new one, but that one was PERFECT. The pages were worn and soft, it opened automatically to my favorite bits, it fit perfectly in my hands. D:
The store didn't have my favorite salad dressing - creamy vidalia onion vinegarette - OR Dr. Pepper. I have been surviving on Dr. Pepper.
And then when getting myself some comfort hot chocolate, I spilled it all over myself. And, more importantly, all over my favorite pair of jeans AND my favorite yellow hoodie. (My t-shirt and shoes didn't matter so much, as they were black.) And I was in a gas station so I couldn't just start screaming obscenities like I desperately wanted. Instead I just cleaned up the mess on the counter, put more hot chocolate in the cup, tied my hoodie around my waist to hide the worst of the stains and went home. I just spent fifteen minutes scrubbing Shout into them in the sink and shoved them in the washer, so hopefully the worst of the stains will go away.
Now I'm sitting here in sweatpants and an indestructable Nirvana shirt I've had since I was fourteen trying to come up with a reason to not just go curl up in bed and cry. These things aren't that major, in the scheme of things, but they FEEL that way to me today.
Please tell me happy things and silly stories and things of that nature. Anything. I hate being needy, but I could really use it.
The store didn't have my favorite salad dressing - creamy vidalia onion vinegarette - OR Dr. Pepper. I have been surviving on Dr. Pepper.
And then when getting myself some comfort hot chocolate, I spilled it all over myself. And, more importantly, all over my favorite pair of jeans AND my favorite yellow hoodie. (My t-shirt and shoes didn't matter so much, as they were black.) And I was in a gas station so I couldn't just start screaming obscenities like I desperately wanted. Instead I just cleaned up the mess on the counter, put more hot chocolate in the cup, tied my hoodie around my waist to hide the worst of the stains and went home. I just spent fifteen minutes scrubbing Shout into them in the sink and shoved them in the washer, so hopefully the worst of the stains will go away.
Now I'm sitting here in sweatpants and an indestructable Nirvana shirt I've had since I was fourteen trying to come up with a reason to not just go curl up in bed and cry. These things aren't that major, in the scheme of things, but they FEEL that way to me today.
Please tell me happy things and silly stories and things of that nature. Anything. I hate being needy, but I could really use it.