All I wanted was a fucking Pop Tart!

Ever wonder why, when you are having an already fucked up day, you also fuck up even the simplest tasks?  Don't think I'm going to offer my theory on why; I'm just asking if anyone else wonders, because I've got no fucking idea why. (I say "fuck" a lot when I'm upset, frustrated, mad, sad, scared and a lot of times when I'm happy too. You can read more about that here.)  I do know that when performing small, relatively insignificant tasks like, oh I don't know say; toasting a Pop Tart, and it gets stuck in the toaster, it pisses me off under the best of circumstances.  If my day has already sucked and it's past 10:00 on a work night and then something like that happens...I usually lose my shit. 

By 'lose my shit' I don't mean I throw things, yell and cuss at my family, or run naked in the streets, I'm not crazy!!  I mean, I yell and cuss A LOT to myself or at the item that pissed me off.  Babe usually just ignores me because its rhetorical bitching and because he knows it makes me feel better.  He's sweet (i.e. doesn't want to prolong the bitch fest by engaging me) like that sometimes.

So, without further ado, here is the photo story of what happened tonight when I decided to enjoy a Pop Tart before I lay my head on my pillow to said good bye to this shitty day.  Really??...

ALL I WANTED WAS A FUCKING POP TART!!

I ate it anyway, of course...



 

but it wasn't as good as it would have been if I wouldn't have had to fight the fucking toaster for it.

I'm going to bed.  Hopefully I won't poke my eye out with my toothbrush!!

~Michizzle