The landlords took over my living room at an ungodly early hour to have a long business meeting with an architect so they can figure out how many ways they can annoy us whilst planning to completely gut this perfectly awesome historical house they’re snatching out from under us. I feel like I’m on Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo or something. They kept knocking on my door to invade my little corner while I was working and I just kept saying “OCCUPIED!”
Urgh, those fart-sniffing douche-nozzles! A foul mood was inevitable, especially since we’re out of coffee.
Luckily, as I was shopping for my latest Thrift Star on wardrobe remix, the most cheer-inducing photos kept popping up. I couldn’t stay mad at my morning. Just you try and resist an onslaught of freckles, puppies, florals, balloons, ukuleles and pretty lighting!
Happy premise #3: Even though I feel like I might ignite, I probably won’t.
I better go eat some chocolate and listen to Bon Iver.