Uhhh, not a bad day... just a day. You want to stay positive, but boy is it hard when you feel like a bad luck charm... Woke up in a great mood, chopped off 9 inches of hair after months of wanting but being to afraid to the night before and was ready to face the world... Found out one the stray-ish kittens around our house was ran over. Then broke the Xbox One, which is like my life. It's my tv, my relaxation, my escape, my frann... and after it spazzed on me, I shut it off and now it won't work. Cooked crappy spaghetti. I've ate more today than I have in a while... I feel like this is God's way of knocking me back down. I felt like me, fuck the world attitude, ready to get it on, and... one thing right after another to make me hate myself. Although.. I'm okay. I really am. It is what it is. I hate that Mustache (kitten) was ran over, I really wish people round here knew how to drive... I don't know. Hey?