My famous muffin story.

I completely forgot that I didn't have this on this blog.
It's pretty stupid but I wrote it like last summer and it makes me giggle so it's a "must add".
On my old blog I believe I called this, "Yes, I'm negative and base my life on flavors of muffins"
So here it goes............

Today is one of those days.  Well, this has actually been going on for
about a week or two but I would say today tops it.  I didn’t really
realize how bad it was until I got to work and looked at myself in the
mirror.  I’m standing there…I sigh…I first look at my pants…they are a
few shades of brown..not only brown but they are plaid and putrid
looking.  My underwear is rainbow and you can see all these fantastic
colors through my pants. I’m not exactly sure where I got these pants
and why I have them but they seem to be adding character to my life.
My shirt is a light blue tank top. This shirt is way too short…it’s
like a freaking belly shirt.  Then, I have on a long sleeved black
cardigan which makes sense because it’s July. Even though I have
something on over my shirt I can still feel my fat rolls flapping in
the wind.  Finally, my pink beaded lanyard adds a little extra flare
to it all.

I close my eyes and sigh again.  When I open my eyes my attention is
now on my hair.  I was so unmotivated to do my hair this morning.  I
scrunched it, put it half way up, and then put the other half in a
ponytail.  Uh yeah I said scrunched and ponytail.  I don’t know it’s
like I woke up and decided it was 1993 all over again. This goes on
for about 15 minutes….Close my eyes, sigh, and then pick another part
of myself to analyze.  Eventually, I can feel tears starting to form.
At this point I’m so down on myself and realize the only think that
will make me feel like a person again is a banana nut muffin.  So, my
extremely positive attitude and I make our way downstairs only to find
out that all the banana nut muffins are gone.  I settle for blueberry.
I also stand there and analyze that situation for a moment too…..I
want banana but it’s gone so I settle for blueberry…..ironic….but
different topic.

After running into an atm machine, a glass door, and almost getting
smushed by the elevator door I am finally back to my desk.  I hold my
blueberry muffin, which I am extremely unsatisfied with, with both of
my hands in front of me.  Realizing this muffin is all I’ve got, I
hold it in the air with my right hand, turn my head to the left, and
shed a tear……ugh……it’s only 9:02am…..