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24th Mar 2015 at 4:43 AM
Last edited by PANDAQUEEN : 24th Mar 2015 at
4:58 AM.
Your Bad Day
(plays Daniel Powter's "Bad Day")
I have bad days more often than I have good and then there are some sitting on the fence.
Today was just murder on my psyche.
This morning, on FaceBook, I was about to warn my family in NJ I was calling my aunt Lucinda, the executrix of the estate, when my first booty call hookup partner appeared in the "People You May Know" banner. The fact I exchanged numbers, had sex with him and had to fess up to my parents despite being two months away from 27 years age from when it happened...I guess shame can never be written off the road of the Information Superhighway. This is why I am more intimate with corporations than new people.
Then came the fits of stress-based panic attacks. I am so glad I will be seeing Claire (my therapist) as I'm a mess. The less said the better.
Slamming my finger while paying attention to my mother scream in pain from an injury accumulated over the course of time at work...That was a lowlight for the day.
Personal Quote: "I like my men like my sodas: tall boys." (Zevia has both 12 and 16 oz options)
(P.S. I'm about 5' (150cm) in height and easily scared)