High-Fiber Diet of Fuck and Run-On Sentences

[create_destiny]

So I pull into the parking lot at work this morning looking fabulous because I just got a haircut and highlights and I park my car and I'm walking through the parking lot holding my head a little higher than I normally do and I'm almost at the entrance (as are a couple of snobby co-workers who can NEVER condescend to look at me, let alone speak to me because what they do is SO much more important than what I do or some shit like that) when I trip on my shoe and lurch into one of those awkward gravity slam-dances where you are running and falling at the same time and I finally catch myself after like FIVE HOURS but not before spilling the entire contents of my purse including a bunch of loose tampons and a box of over-the-counter gas-relief medicine that has a big-ass label that screams "I'M A LOSER BECAUSE I FART A LOT." And these classy jackasses I work with walk right over my rolling tampons and don't say a damn word to me.

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[createdestiny.livejournal.com]

Clearly I need prayer.

I also feel the need to say, "One gram of humility can move mountains." My co-worker did not feel the need to apologize to me for whipping me up into a stress frenzy, and even after the damage was done, a simple, "I'm sorry about that" would have completely cleared up my stress and alleviated me of a lot of frustration. Nothing, NOTHING is more powerful than these two words: Forgive me.