Easy Like Sunday Morning

As if. Especially for 5 am on a Sun morning, the universe has other plans to how to day will ebb and flow. For a Sun morning, I mean come the fuck on. Sun is supposed to be the most chill of the days. I’m going to work and I’m quite okay with it. But 5 am on a fucking Sunday to be this complicated, the universe was telling me something else. First, a little campfire at the bus stop, but not only that, the dude needs a ride, so he brings 3 shopping carts and a dog along. ALL ABOARD. Some other dude already on the bus has his fucking suitcase rolling every which way to where the driver has to keep stopping. The driver helps. Other passengers help. The driver stops again and puts the suitcase on the seat because the fucking dude was fucking passed out. I get to work, and there’s a little alcove where I need to enter my code to get in but some dude is standing blocking the entry. All of this truly threw my balance way out of whack for 6 am on a fucking Sunday. But work went well. But first thing I get out of work and walking, a dog starts charging me. I say get this fucking dog away from me. The folks are like no big deal. I’m like I’ve been bit before you dumb fuck. Be responsible. And then on the Max home, there’s some fucking disturbance so we get stalled for 10 min. Fuck me. There is no goddamn hope and peace on the most fucking simple level. Every fuck ass lives in such complicated bullshit. It’s a literal nightmare, almost crying, how is this all happening all at once???!!!