Ever heard of the saying,'you can tell a good day from the morning'?or something like that?well I havent but i know for a fact that you can always know a crappy day when it starts. As for the day, well I suggest you just join me as we journey thro what has gotta be the worstest day this morning.
First of all, I wake up and my foot is swollen coz i picked up an injury last night at training so i have to rub it down with somke ointment setting me about ten minutes behind schedule;fast forward to the shower and its all chaos as the bloody water wont flow thro the damn shower!aaaah!so its time to leave and im late so i have to sprint to the stage and grab a matatu and i cant get one but one comes eventuially.so am so late to get the bus to work in the morning.
Get off the matatu and sprint off across town to look for the bus and eventually i get there and then the devill posses the curb and i end up tripped up and headlong into the hard asphalt. a great pair of jeans is ruined, i have two grazes the size of something else and my dusty self still has to make it to the bus. Bllody hell people.Why me?
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