| It's a Beautiful Day |
| Some days are perfect; You wake up well-rested and you find that the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, you feel fantastic and have a nice tune in your head. You walk into the bathroom, look in the mirror and you see you look fantastic. You walk back into the bedroom and see a very beautiful women laying there and you remember having made sweet love to her the previous night. With a smile on your face you have a nice breakfast, she wakes up and looks gorgeous in one of your shirts, she smells nice and looks terrific. You get up and go to work, kiss her goodbye for the day and get in your car. The car feels like it floats on air. As you drive out of your driveway the neighbours greet you, they are friendly as are you. Everybody smiles. You have a positive impact on everybody, you walk into the office and things are running smoothly. That annoying colleague doesn't bother you, the meetings go according to plan and people finally see things your way. The chef in the canteen called in sick and the replacement actually knows how to cook, so lunch is good. In the evening you come home, see the woman of your dreams sitting there. You go out and have a bite to eat in a beautiful Greek restaurant, have a nice bottle of wine with your Hillipites Me Karma. You come home make sweet love to her again and the sound of her heart-beat slowly lets you drift into the land of nod. Yes, that's just about the perfect day..Sad thing is.. THIS FUCKING ISN'T IT! I woke up late this morning, tired, the weather was shyte and I wanted to kill the birds that had the balls the screech outside my bedroom window. I looked like shit because I hadn't shaved in two days, thought about shaving and decided against it. My bed was empty once again, no sweet love the previous night, no beautifull woman. Just me. The tune in my head was from some crappy commercial and I just knew it was gonna stick with me all day! Got in my car, which was almost out of gas, the neighbour shouted something when I almost ran over his fucking dog. And I got stuck behind some trucker whom didn't knwo where the fucking gaspeddle was in his truck. I came into the office in a bad mood, the place was a mess; all our systems down south had crashed and of course nobody had done anything about it so, once again, my day was going to be hell. Lunch was dreadfull as the chef was indeed sick but decided he could come in anyway and the spaghetti carbonara was probably coughed up by himself, and I had one meeting in which I had to point out to the board that they are a bunch of morons for not actually listening to me, or anyone else for that matter. I got home after another 14 hour workday, tired and fed-up. I threw a pizza in the oven, walked into the living room where my fat and lazy housemate sat watching some crappy reality show. I ate my pizza and went upstairs and that's where I am sitting now. Writing some crappy rant on some crappy page that nobody ever reads. I check my mail and find that it's overloaded with spam from porn-sites and second-rate American credit-card companies offering to fix my,incredibly poor, credit. This because I have an American Yahoo address. I delete all the spam while cursing at my slow connection, deleting all the crap takes about 20 minutes of my precious online time. Then I start reading my mail; More useless emails from people that I really could care less about, about their petty lives that I don't care about and their petty problems. And then there it is; a name, one e-mail, no decent content what-so-ever, just saying "Hi". The smile comes back to my face, I send a reply, I logg off, and drift of to the land of nod, a happy man. A perfect day indeed. |
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| 21-05-2002 03:46 |