Hey guys. I’m… sort of bothered right now- well, bothered is an understatement. I am troubled. Inconsolable. Outraged, even. DISPLEASED. I am outraged and displeased.
See, my quite balanced scale is occupied by various psychoses. One does it’s job by keeping track of the other. It’s quite a delicious little system, if I do say myself… and I do say myself, as I often do tell myself various things. TO REMEMBER. And… I get lonely. But mostly to remember.
This little internal scale of mine has been knocked out of alignment for the LAST time. I am UPSET. It is LESS THAN IDEAL. Right when things start to look up for me, life throws a mean curveball. And life is a mad pitcher, I tell you… and I do tell you… and myself.
This is the last straw- if that makes an sense, WHICH IT DOESN’T. Where did that term come from? Was there a straw bandit (or otherwise titled desperado) who lifted straws? Was the owner, or perhaps bank in charge of said straws, SO fed up that they coined the term?
Anyways, I tend to let myself off easy on the little things, not letting them bother me TOO much. But this- this is just too big. Life is PURPOSELY doing this to me. LIFE IS CRUEL.
See, whenever I eat from a box of cereal, there is only ever enough left at the end for half a bowl.