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.
I’m rambling.
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?
I’m RAMBLING.
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.