Failure is not an option.
And yet? Yesterday was the biggest “fail” day I’ve ever had. First off, me and Daniel decided to play Risk. We love playing board games, and I’m always up for the challenge. We played, and I failed. Fail #1. Then I told him I wanted a rematch, because that’s how things always work for us. Fine. We decided to play with other people, though. So this guy starts hitting on me. This guy wasn’t Daniel, so I knew he was serious. Fail #2. Then I go and eat Subway, which is like a counter-fail, because that does not fail at all. But when I come back, I kept complaining to him about how tired I am, and how my back hurts…And stomach. And everything. Fail #3. So I just kinda chill out for a while, and around 7:30pm, I say to him, “Daniel, I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I’m fucking exhausted. And I’m sorry I was so blah today. Love you.” He replied with a, “Goodbye Samantha. Have a good shower time. Love you.” Not fail. …Except for the fact it was 7:30pm, and I was wiped out already. Fail #4. So I’m taking a shower. I love taking showers. So I’m enjoying my shower, making sure to clean every spot. Including my septum piercing. Which, btw, the fucking silver ball fell out, fail #5. I look all over the shower floor for it, and it’s no where. I didn’t here it fall, or feel it fall. Or anything. So I’m assuming it fell backwards into my nose, because I flip it up when I’m at home. Fail #6. I try not to freak out, and I run into my room after the shower. Start looking for a silver ball…when all I have is pink ones, for my old ear piercings. Fail #7. I have a septum, mostly silver, with one pink ball… I’ll ask my friend if she has a silver one for me to borrow, and I’ll give it back to her once I buy new jewelry.
But man, yesterday was just a huge pool of fail.
