Today is one of those days that makes me wonder if I was a really, really bad person in a past life. I know, I know...I've had a lot of happy things, exciting things, happen in my life. But when things go bad, they're very very bad. In fact, they're horrid. To the point where people have commented on it, on the fact that I seem to have really bad luck. Exhibit A: Today.
After a nice night out with friends, I came home late last night and crashed, only to be wakened very very early for a Saturday morning due to construction. Grumbling, I got out of bed, and promptly stepped in a pile of cat sick. Great. Then I went downstairs to get the mail I hadn't bothered to pick up on my way in last night, and found...a great big electric bill, dating back to October. Turns out BC Hydro decided to finally grant my repeated requests for a bill, and it was a doozy. And as I'm trying to pay back as much of my student loans as I can, as quickly as I can, doozy bills cut into an already tiny budget. Super. Oatmeal for dinner this week.
I was not yet deterred, as I was greatly looking forward to my friends' annual "Live Your Dreams" party tonight, where you dress up as your dream version of yourself. I was planning on going as Lady Gaga, and had blown aforementioned tiny budget last week on a great blonde wig to wear with my costume tonight. I had stashed it in my spare room, and when I went in to find it, it was on the floor, also covered in cat sick. I guess Currie hasn't been feeling well and didn't bother to tell me. So. Off I went to Dressew to find another replacement wig that I couldn't afford. On the way, it started raining. And I didn't have my umbrella. I got soaked.
Good news! They didn't have any more blonde long wigs. Only brunette ones. So, I am going now as Lady "Dada," Lady Gaga's brunette, Canadian cousin. OK. Fine. Not ideal, but not the worst. Disappointing, anyway. And expensive.
Home then, to work on my costume. As I dug in my closet for the sequinned dress I will be wearing tonight, I found a print that I had been looking for, for weeks. I had ordered a custom frame for it months ago, and then had not been able to find the print to put in the frame (which had been VERY frustrating and contributed to a past day where I wondered what the hell I had got up to, that my karma was so very very bad). Suddenly, my day was looking up. However, as I slid the print into the frame, the glass shattered.
Sighing, I pulled out the vacuum, and hoovered up the shards of glass that were everywhere before picking up the large pieces of glass and putting them in a garbage bag. As I cleaned up, I cut my finger. Badly. And so now I'm bleeding profusely and typing with one hand. Fantastic.
Seriously, I do believe in karma, and that what goes around comes around. I've made my fair share of mistakes in my life, but I do try, every day, to be a good person. To be a good friend, a good sister, a good employee, a good daughter. And sometimes, like today, it doesn't feel like the universe is keeping track. Because I've had enough b/s for a lifetime at this point, enough hard times to get through. So, are you listening, Universe? I'm done now. Time for good times: fame, fortune, love and fashion, please. Pronto.
OK. Time to go ice my still bleeding hand. Thanks for letting me wallow. We now return to our regularly scheduled, cheery blog posts.
