Officially 99 days until the estimated eviction day and so far I've been cursed with:
- having to do acrobatics in the middle of the sidewalk to dodge someone who, for whatever reason, thought it was a good idea to reach for my stomach like it was some crystal ball that was going to give them answers about their dumb life. I DON'T KNOW YOU.
- getting stuck in a long line for one tiny order of iced coffee while someone decides to tell me how caffeine's bad for my condition, like
bitch did I ask you?- thinking the last part was said with my internal brain voice
- it wasn't, I said it with my mouth.
I don't care though. The gasp of offense nourished my soul and then I bought myself three cake pops for breakfast. :) If my leggings rip during yoga, who cares.
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