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.
My condolences to your ego NBF. Maybe on the third day, it’ll rise again. Lol
*sign of the cross*