In My Utopia.

Let's pretend, for one second, that we are all just sailing off into the sunset. In this utopia there are none of the following:

~ Headaches caused by my perpetual dehydration even though I continuously buy myself fun cups to drink out of for motivation.

~ Gigantic burns across my forearm from taking the blueberry pie out of the oven.

~ Alarm clocks singing Bon Jovi that I repeatedly manage to sleep through thus causing mass chaos in my morning routine.

~ Newfoundland dogs that fling drool all over my walls to the point where I am about to give up and buy a can of drool and just paint the wall in drool and hope that everyone thinks its a new trend.

~ Grocery stores that refuse to sell products that are common in America and crucial to my baking, and therefore my sanity.

~ Dress codes at work that do not allow me to wear my pajamas during the day.

~ Buildings without air conditioning. It takes 84 degrees to a whole new level.

Don't get me wrong here. I'm not complaining. Well, okay. Maybe I am a little bit. But I don't really mean it. It's the headache talking. It's causing my temples to throb and my eyes to close. I shouldn't even be near the computer right now. But these aren't real complaints. My arm doesn't hurt that bad (yes it does) and I would much rather wake up late to Bon Jovi than wake up late to Neil Diamond.

There were plenty of great things today too. I swear. There is a blueberry pie in my kitchen. I made it to the gym. I got some new art work hung in my bedroom. I even managed to talk to my mom for a minute.

But like I said, I shouldn't be allowed near my computer while I'm in fun-sponge mode.

So, on that note, I'm out.

Have a good day!