one of those days
Yesterday was one of those days when you spend your entire lunch break crying on your boyfriend’s shoulder in the middle of his workshop, then fight back more tears at the Post Office Bulk Mail counter because the teller was an enormous bully and then, after work, you pour yourself a glass of bourbon and fry up some bacon because you had to replace all the salt you lost in the tears (right?).
Those are the worst days but also sort of the best in their own way because your boyfriend whispers really kind, encouraging, honest things in your ear as you cry and the bacon tastes really great and the glass of bourbon photographs really well.
and january is f$**&n’ over!
i hear ya.