One Of Those Days

I'm thinking about all the crap I'm severly behind on
I feel fat but know it's my bloat talking
I just got paid and want to blow a wad of cash
I'm craving lots of junk food
I'm ready to plan my June trip to Vegas
I should plan to get my brakes done so I don't go careening off the road as a means of stopping
I want to dance
I miss the new fun I had last year
I don't want to call my mom but know I should
I'd like to leave work now, but can't
I should walk at lunch; too bad I don't want to
I'm wondering why it has to be a hot-ass 88 degrees today; it's only spring, fuckers
I hope I can implement a legal plan to make more money this year
I'm disappointed that I grew out of a pair of jeans
I want to know why the rash on my neck won't go away
I wonder when I can stop living check to check
I'm trying not to hate my body
I wish I didn't care if people read this blog or not, but I do
I want my boy and I to do more than watch movies and eat and fuck
I need to learn how to feel sexy, womanly

Side note:
Why does everything smell like cat food or maxi pads?!?!