It’s only 7:10 am and already, I know it’s gonna be one of THOSE days.  I feel like I’ve been run over by a bus.  More accurately, I feel like someone just died – that someone, being my ego. 

My ego disappeared last night along with my swag and my vanity.  Where did they go, you ask?  FUCK IF I KNOW.  Ego and I have been rendezvous-ing for months but last night , Ego and Swag stayed home and made tacos instead.   To make matters worse, I looked in the mirror this morning and see Vanity give me a big “FUCK YOU” as she placed a pimple the size of Mount Pinatubo on my forehead. 

I don’t know when the three of them will decide they like me again but for now,  its the end of the road for us.  *Cue Boyz II Men*  And here I sit, swagless and pimply on this Wednesday mourning.  

It’s cool.   I needed a swag check anyway. 

Moral of the story:  stay humble and expect nothing.  Rather be pleasantly surprised than devastatingly disappointed.