One of those days.

Classic Rocktopia.

You've all heard the story a thousand times, but this time... just for the record..... I'm gonna tell it to you all straight.

You wake up in the morning. Late. The alarm didn't go off, because you accidentally set it for the P.M. instead of the A.M. Again. You're running all over the place with a constant stream of sailor-esque obscenities. You stub your toe on everything in your apartment that rests on the floor. You can't find a pair of socks or hoes that don't have an obvious hole in them, so you have to compromise your whole outfit. You finally forget about finding the third contact lens you've dropped on the floor, and you don't have time to do your makeup. Fine. At least you have just enough time to run to the lab to print out your paperwork... you know... the lab that's uhh "closed" for... stuff. Doesn't matter. You're late for your appointment. By the time you get there, you've dropped your keys and a ten dollar bill somewhere. You're running on empty. And you're out of coffee... and, you know, ten bucks you could have used to pick a cup up on the way... to somewhere that you don't have time to spare getting to. Your appointment got cancelled you know. You need to deal with the stale, bitchy secretary trying to prove your case that you were not, in fact, that late. Now you're just jumping through hoops of fire and water in a dry clean only skirt. You're scrounging for information and all the people you need to contact are on a cruise in the Caribbean with their phones off. You need medical records and fax numbers, and you run into your supervisor in the elevator who asks you how things are going, and you say AWFUL. You're not even done ranting to him when the elevator doors open, but you keep talking as you exit the elevator. ...On the wrong floor. ......Then you get the call. You're still on the phone with the doctor's office trying to explain to them how your insurance company screwed you over, but you really do have insurance, when you get a call on the other line from your best friend saying they got a parking ticket on your car. As you exasperatedly tear your mail from the mailbox, cutting your hand on the inside latch, to find a bank statement saying that you've overdrawn your account, your phone dies. You throw it down in frustration... watching its three, distinct pieces spiral off in separate directions. Oh, where's that other earring? The water is freezing cold, and the razor is pointed DOWN. kinda day. The drain is clogged and the bottom is flooding up nasty stuff kinda day. You're gonna get fired if you miss work one more day, you have to prepare a presentation and spend the rest of the day with people who make you want to scratch your own eyeballs out with somebody else's toenails and smear the blood all over your elbow and write i hate elbows on the grainy sidewalk with it. Oh... is that dog shit you just stepped in? You are definitely the statue today. You are your f***ing khakis today. And they are stained... in the crotch. God wants to write you a citation for living today. ...Then it starts to rain. And snow. That broken nail snagged your new sweater. You come home to find that your cat was sunbathing in the street and got his back half run over by a car... he dragged himself into your driveway, and then died. And as you look down at his bloody, lifeless form...

Everything that could go wrong does. Every major thing goes wrong. You are so exhausted and can't deal. Every little thing goes wrong on top of all of that, and you just don't have the energy to spend on anything else. If it's not you with no job going nowhere, it's your best friend that just got into drugs and is going very away from you... or, you know... the DUI that your accountant got picked up for. It's impossible to distinguish anymore what is important and what isn't. All you know is that it's all bad.

...You notice that your shoe is untied...... and you just want to die.


But that was yesterday. And today is another day. And I'm laughing. God only knows why. Let's keep on going, 'cause no story should ever end with that poor, sad, dead cat. (Which belonged to my dear Kate. She wouldn't know, but she's been quite an inspiration in this process. My heart goes out to you on that one, baby)! Something is still living on.

I had a blog here once. I don't remember jack about it. Don't remember a username or password. Don't remember any entries. It must have been short lived. Well, now this girl is back again and ready to run with the big dogs. Let's see where this goes.

Peace out. War in.
And all the love in between.