BAD DAY OF RECOVERY

Everyone has one of those days were they wake up and think to themselves "its a good day to be myself" and then Carma hits the shit fan to make
your day miserableness. Thats exactly what happend to me on the last day of August.
  The events went like this

• I woke up to take my roomie to work but my car made a loud broke noise "not good" so i hate my mothers back-up car.
• My brother woke up late for school and missed the bus so i have to take him to school
• A cop stopped me making my roomie and my brother be TOTALLY LATE LATE
• Facebook didnt want to log me in 
• My cell phone battery died
• MY MOTHERS CAR BATTERY DIED BECAUSE I LEFT THE LIGHT ON

I swear i was about to take my wig off and beat an ugly customer to take the pain away but instead i went home to my lovely PC and lisend to the FEAST OF FUN podcast which really lites up my day.


Crazy hu? the good thing is that TUESDAY and WENDSDAY on my days off i got the whole "BAD DAY" fliped upside down because

• I FIXED MY CAR
• MY GAS BILL WAS 12.00 "WOW"
• I GOT MY IPHONE
• I GOT MY XBOX
• MY CAR HAS A FULL TANK OF GASOLINE
• I MITE GET A BIG PROJECT FOR GRAPHIC DESIGN for a photographer

Im really excited about all of these things and it makes me really think about how this whole "bad hair day" really plays off in someones life, is it just a plan god created to enjoy himself? did someone planed it on me with carma? did i just slack preparation and then it backfire?

I don't know the answers but i always tell myself on days like these "well at least im not alone" as i drive threw the dairy queens drive threw and join the fat ppl eat the pain away. WHAT? I love fat ppl.