#imhomeless

Yesterday was just one of those days, you know? The kinda that is just not your day. I had to get up early since I had three interviews with therapist, and after spending good thirty minutes digging through my closet for something decent enough to wear (it can be a little difficult if you can’t look in the mirror) I settled upon a nice white blouse. Then I went to get my morning coffee, and guess what, I spilled it all over me. I didn’t have enough time to go change so I just tried to wipe it off best I could and simply covered it with a cardigan.

At my first interview I had forgotten the whole thing, and naturally took my cardigan off, and no shit, a coffee stain?! And of course, the smart and docile person that I am, I repeated the same at Starbucks at the counter when I had to uncross my arms to pay and my cardigan fell open. Whoop.

And like that wasn’t enough, I noticed there was an actual dick-shaped stain in my suede boots. Like what the fuck? How is that even possible? And it really, really was exactly dick-shaped, no kidding. So crouched down to wipe it off, and of course, my trousers ripped. My.favourite.trousers.ripped. Only from the knee, but still.

Add to that my brother’s oversized quilted jacket and my ragged canvas bag, I looked every bit the hobo that I admittedly am. Oh well.

Seriously, what is my life?