It is what it is.
I’m all for negativity. I love misery and it loves me. If I am not complaining I am not happy. Bad news today…the newest boss is a joke. I’d like to have seen the other applicants…the competition had to be weak. I blame Jesus Christo. He knew but let it happen any way…the new lady didn’t know…but Jesus did.
OH WELL! Live with it. So close to storming out and just saying fuck it and leaving it all behind me. Then I got a picture texted to me. Two lines. Two lines are insignificant to most people. Unless you’re graphing. The two lines hit me hard and I realized that I must press on…not by choice, but by necessity. I will eventually make it my choice. Life gives you lemons…you toss them back and fucking pop life in the eye. I will continue with my current employment for now and ease up on the negativity at work after I get it out of my system in the next few days. Two lines means a ton of responsibility. Two lines is a new life and a new reason for life. Two lines will make sure I do my best every day and I will continue my education and I will be able to make sure the two lines have every thing they need.
Two lines make the pregnancy test positive. I’ve never received good news in my life. But to receive good news from the most important person in my life has opened my eyes to what I must now do. Abad always says it. New man. Game on bitches.
3 years ago