Fierce is the new GO FUCK YOURSELF

sorry i havent written in a while... but the truth is, i havent done much wining. ( on the bright side, i'm happy to report, whining has been going on quite steadily)


Today it was 14 degrees outside, so needless to say, i was quite chipper when i woke up. Putting on my cute outfit, i slipped on my favorite flats and even engaged in a 10 minute dance routine at 8 am to Britney Spears' Circus. Yes, i was happy..... sun was shining, Charlie was snoring adorably, and even my hair decided to give me a break for the day.
Once i finally strolled into the subway ( because i was strolling , almost skipping.. while listening to the birds sing and even paying attention to the sunrays lingering on the tree branches) i was a bit annoyed to see delays had taken place, and now instead of the usual 20 people rushing to get into 1 train cart packed to the max, it was a delightul bunch of 50......
3 trains passed, i didnt get on... on the 4th, i got in, had no railing to hold, and fell onto a smelly fat women 4 times.

I managed to stay positive when i got into work, making small talk with others in the kitchen, while pouring myself a fresh hot cup of joe ( i don't even know why i said that, i don't get why joe is considered coffee.. )
HOWEVER, my day unravelled as follows: after spilling that hot cup of crappy coffee on myself, my keyboard and notebook, having my heel break off my favorite pair of shoes, and realizing i sent my clients the wrong tapes 4 months ago... i was snapped back into the reality of bitterness, sleepiness, and overwhelming irritation.

But just when you think things could not get worse, they did. Flipping through my cable channels, sitting in my cozy bath robe, i stopped at the Tyra show. It is as if the clouds of hell had manifested out of nothingness and shaped themselevs into a giant helmet above my head. This women is the equivalent of chin hair.. esthetically unpleasing, fundementally useless.. but somehow always THERE.

SO, while i sit here, on my couch, dreaming of a cup of tea that i could have, (but do not since i forgot to buy any, and the store is now closed dowstairs) I am relieved. Relieved that the day is over, that i'm home in peace and quite, and mostly importantly, relieved to know... that no matter how bad my day is, how dissapointing and unproductive, how long and tedious.. i am still not Tyra Bank, or the mirror in her house that she stares into..... and this alone makes another shitty day not so friggin bad.