I was so psyched on the drive home from work
I hit almost all the lights green and made it in like 6 minutes: that almost never happens. I didn't even get boxed in by slo-pokes! Yes sir, I'm living the charmed life, you betcha!
I let myself in and go to the kitchen where I've found I left almost an entire carton of milk on the counter 8 hours and had to dump it down the drain. It's always SOMETHING. I finally manage to clean the kitchen table of all the junk mail and shred statements and take out the trash then I realize: where did that $50 rebate gift card go? I finally manage to do some laundry only to find there was a chapstick in my pants pocket and now a load of clothes has greasy, pink stains all over it. I'm not so upset about my scrubs, I'll still wear them like "meh", but there was a really nice, classy sweater that was one of my few "grown-up" pieces I'm actually going to try to salvage. Sometimes I feel like it's one step forward/two steps back. Me: "Look how grown-up I am!" Universe: "Not so fast..."
I gotta tell you though, my rent is paid, my gas tank is full, I have money in the bank, two backup jugs of Smirnoff, and a job to go to tomorrow. You can't ask for more than that. (You can but you'd be a dick.)
I let myself in and go to the kitchen where I've found I left almost an entire carton of milk on the counter 8 hours and had to dump it down the drain. It's always SOMETHING. I finally manage to clean the kitchen table of all the junk mail and shred statements and take out the trash then I realize: where did that $50 rebate gift card go? I finally manage to do some laundry only to find there was a chapstick in my pants pocket and now a load of clothes has greasy, pink stains all over it. I'm not so upset about my scrubs, I'll still wear them like "meh", but there was a really nice, classy sweater that was one of my few "grown-up" pieces I'm actually going to try to salvage. Sometimes I feel like it's one step forward/two steps back. Me: "Look how grown-up I am!" Universe: "Not so fast..."
I gotta tell you though, my rent is paid, my gas tank is full, I have money in the bank, two backup jugs of Smirnoff, and a job to go to tomorrow. You can't ask for more than that. (You can but you'd be a dick.)