Having a bad morning…..

I’m sleepy, hungry, grumpy about my book and not sleeping.. and I felt whiney about it…. so I figure… food will help with some of this. I go in to make food and while it is cooking I get a soda… figuring caffeine right?

Well the freaking universe has other ideas I put it down and reach for the bread and I almost knock the damn bottle over. I’m grabbing for it and reach it just as it rights itself and is safe. I end up knocking the whole damn thing over onto the kitchen floor… which while anger inducing is still relatively easily cleanable. If only that was the end of it….but no the freaking bottle has to hit the cabinet and richo-freaking-chet into the living-room onto the god blessed carpet!

It’s still spewing frigging soda so…. I throw a towel on the kitchen floor and grab another for cleaning the carpet…. APPARENTLY it’s a the flipping towel had never felt hot water before and is partially red. So while I’m scrubbing the carpet the red section of the towel starts bleeding mother-blinking red damn dye onto the carpet.

I manage to get that cleaned up mostly and I’m mopping the floor when…. oh hell no! You’ve GOT to be kidding me?!!! no… no… yep! OMFG mother nature you (expletives deleted) I really really hate you right now. I almost had a complete nuclear meltdown… IF my bacon had burnt  I would have went supernova and there wouldn’t be an east coast right now.

And THAT is what why this morning can go do physically impossible things to itself with sharp objects in physically uncomfortable places.

PS: This is heavily edited and many many words were changed or deleted as to not offend too many people.


Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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