Normally I don’t cuss. My mom has always thought it was one of the most un-lady like things a girl can do. Yet every once in a while, something happens that just calls for the eff word.
That was yesterday. It was just an all around FUCK kind of day. I caught myself saying it way more than usual, and all for good reason. I don’t want to whine too much, but let me give you the run down.
Woke up late with my lower back killing me, made appt. with the chiro stat, cancelled hip hop. Okay, no biggy. My back hurts all the time, so this wasn’t really anything too unusual, I was mostly bummed I was going to be behind in my dance class. Later on I went to a business meeting to talk about a new venture, and upon leaving I dropped my iPhone 5. Face down. I have dropped it before this way, so I really thought it’d be fine. I was wrong. Shattered. Then came the first FUCK. My friend said it was NBD and the place down the street will replace it for $70. I meannnn kind of expensive, but not too bad. Went to the place and was told that was not the price, it’s actually $250. Second FUCK of the day.
Called my boyfriend and had him look up places. He even got on Craigslist and talked to some guy who said it won’t be less than $250 anywhere because it’s such a new phone, and that if you have insurance the Apple store will just give you a new phone for the same price.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!! I went to get adjusted and that was all fine and dandy, but then Zack called and said he made an appointment for me at the Apple store near his house in 1 hour. I live thirty minutes away and had to pack up all my stuff and get Bitzy packed up and dropped of at my moms. I hate rushing, so this was a big FUCK.
I packed up quick, took Bitzy, realized I left all my make up, went back home, and got on the road. My Spotify app was down, so I did the drive sans music. Oh well, I needed to concentrate anyway. Then I hit traffic, which I expected, but still hate. I ended up getting Zack and getting to the Apple store on time, only to be told what I really didn’t want to hear. Yes, it’s going to cost you $250 today. UGHHHHH FUCK. I sacked up, and handed over my card. Cringing the whole time. If only I put that damn phone in my purse where it belongs.
When I got back to Zack’s and wanted to change to go out, I realized I probably packed the worst stuff ever. A crochet maxi skirt with no shirt to wear with it, a summer dress with black stilettos, jeans but no jackets. There was literally no doable outfit other than the one I wore over, and I am staying here till Saturday. FUCKKKKKKKKK.
Now that yesterday’s all said and done, I am grateful that those are my “FUCK” worthy situations , as it could always be a lot worse. Oh, and when you’re having a shit day, just google some baby monkeys, it always cheers me up.
Or you can always rant about you bad day on your blog, that’s also a good way to blow off some steam.
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