Life Is Hard
Last night, I got a text from my roommie informing me that my dog had eaten the entire loaf of bread I bought yesterday and foolishly left on the kitchen counter. That means that this morning, rather than just waking up and making the grilled cheese sandwich I was planning on eating for breakfast, I have to actually take a shower, dress, walk to the store, buy a new loaf of fucking bread, walk back, and then make myself a grilled cheese sandwich, all while shooting Stella several hurt and angry looks.
I just wanted a goddamn grilled cheese sandwich this morning, dog! That's all I was trying to accomplish, you ruiner of everything good!
Times like this, I just want to sell her to the first really hungry-looking Asian family I see.
