Today can just die.

Today is a day where I bitch about how horrible today is.
"And how is that different from any other day?" I hear you shout silently. It just is.

Getting out of bed before noon is not something I make a habit of. I wake up six to drop my sisters to school and then sleep. Simply because I don't sleep until after I drop the twins anyway.

I had plans and they got changed because I was trying to be a good friend and I have a tendency of putting people before myself.

So schedule is set back an hour and I want to go find a little pick me up. A magazine. Because magazines are sort of my outlet. I tear them up, and put them back together in a way with a metaphorical meaning. Look how artsy I am. But when I picked up my little cheap Glamour UK, I saw the new Vogue Italia issue. And not just any issue, a bundle. Five magazines featuring haute couture and a variety of other goodies. My heart lurched. I needed it. Why? Because it would make me feel good, like there was hope in this day not being shitty. Oh...but no.

There wasn't enough money on my card.

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NO MAGAZINE FOR ME.

So I do what every self respecting girl would do. I spend the money I do have on something I don't need.

Cigarettes and monster.

Now. I don't have enough money to finish out the week. And I'm pretty sure I can't ask my father for money unti thursday? Probably.

Great.
Now I'm weak, sweaty and tired.

And it all started with a plate of linguini and a glass of wine.