Why is it that some days are just bad? Everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Today has been a bad day. I broke the blender making mocha frapps this morning. Didn't even get a cup of the shit first. Cut my hand cleaning up the mess. It bled. I cried. I broke a nail getting the clothes out of the dryer. It bled. I cried. I fell checking the mail. Skinned my knee. It bled. I cried. Lost an earring. Got a speeding ticket. Microwave quit working. Burned dinner and my finger. Yep. this day has sucked balls of a goat. Pure fuckery!
So what do I do? I go to my happy place. Let's go there together.
The clouds part, the sun shines down, angels sing. This is divine intervention at its finest. I am powerless against this smile. I cant see it without smiling as well. Immediately things seem a little better. My wounds forgotten. I feel the weight of the world slide off my shoulders. I allow his glow to soothe me. Every thought filled with this luscious, enchanting man.
Alas, the day is over. All the agitation behind me . He has spirited all bad will out of me. I feel only contentment and gratitude for this devilish angel. I have made peace with the universe. Satisfied by Rob. *wink*
