Bad Day

Man, I bet I’m like clockwork over here.

Everyone needs a bad day right? They can’t all be good?

Ack.

It started with late night/early morning editing worries over the music video.

Then an early morning, EXTREMELY rainy walk with the dog. This is a shocker at 7:30 in the morning, especially when you should be leaving for work at 7:30 in the morning.

Followed by a stressful day at work.

And all the insecurities that the damn Secret and its bullshit possess. "Having a bad day", the Secret says, "have a worse one!" That’s the way the universe works! Aren’t Oprah and Rhonda Whatthefuck a blast?

So all I know today is that I can’t run far or fast, can’t edit a music video, can’t act or sing in a music video, I’m extremely moody, sulky and selfish, I can’t write, I’m not funny, my boobs are huge, my mom had a stroke two years ago, my dad died when I was 18, I’ve never been able to play soccer or piano, I was mean to one of my friends in the 5th grade, my dog should be more socialized, I’ll never finish this damn book on time, I DON’T want to go to Maine with my co-workers, my feet are huge, my ass is flat, my mother never read me bedtime stories, my apartment is dirty, I’m 37, I eat too much shit, I smoke too much shit, soon I’ll have cramps, my clothes make me look fat, my friends secretly hate me, I stole a lipstick from Zayre, I’ll never be famous, I’ll never be kind, I’ll never be able to support myself when I’m 65 and shit, I still don’t know how to use my heelies.

Sigh.