Favalon

Weird little things always happen in my life that always seem like metaphors for exactly how my life is going at that particular time. For instance, I was just about to make myself a super yummy meal of bacon and eggs. I had the last egg I had laid on the counter with a fork keeping it from rolling off the edge. As I was preparing other things my phone rang and scared the shit out of me and causing me to jump, and of course knocking the fork and causing my egg to roll to the floor and smash.

So now I’m left to clean up this mess and I have no way of getting what I want.

I’m so tired of cleaning up messes.

I just want some bacon and eggs.