Bad Day not Bad Life
Waking up this morning felt a little bit like those times in college when you go to that frat party and you drink one too many red solo cups of the punch that was in a big red cooler on the back porch next to the table of pong but with cups and then you go home and go straight to bed and you wake up the next morning not even remembering how you got home and can’t exactly remember where you even were the night before but then you run to the bathroom and as you hug the throne before you it hits u Bad decisions were made the night before and you tell yourself never again.. but deep down you know those bad decisions will be made again probably frequently for the remaining four years 🙄Anyone else? Just me? I stress cleaned last night and at least I woke up to a clean kitchen.
















































































