Jul 16, 2008 04:16
Got screamed at by a client and thrown into a crying fit of frustration.
Found out someone else is potentially leasing our little green house we loved so much. Now have no where to live or a single clue as to what to do come August.
It was my first full day in just about forever not speaking to the boy who stole my heart 5 years ago. My best friend in the world.
Only to end it with words that were too late, a 4am last kiss, and my house key in hand.
But I must say, at the end of the day, some how drinks with good friends, gigantic ice cream cakes and silly southern accents make up for it.
Not to mention sitting on Tommy's bed with Kamilla and Tara laughing a ridiculous amount for hours on end making up a million inside jokes as we go along.
Then theres honey nut cheerios, and dreams (...no, goals) of the weeks to come where we'll only be a hallway apart from one another at the sleepy end of the night. No matter what part of town we end up in.
When you really look at it in retrospect, you can either cry about your day, or you can laugh. Life is either seen as tragedy or comedy. I choose the latter.