Trail of poo

I have this useless ability to find a meaning or metaphor in the most random of things. My weekend SUCKED. Flat out SUCKED. It was one of those weekends that makes you question life and humanity in general. A weekend that makes you wonder how people can be so heartless and cruel. So my solution was to pick up a 12 pack of beer on Saturday and try to drink it away. Now...the problem with starting to drink at 1pm is that unless you chug chug chug you aren't going to get a buzzed. Which I did not. Sunday I woke up still angry at the world and angry at myself for not getting drunk the day before. I was also angry that I didn't get drunk AND I cheated on my "diet". So I went for my usual walk and then walked an additional mile or so.
When I was almost done with my walk I came to an area on the sidewalk where a dog had poo'd. It was like a little trail of poop that went a pretty good distance. You go dog! I looked at this trail of poo and thought "Hmmm...this is my life right now" I'm walking down a trail of shit but eventually the shit runs out and it goes back to being just a trail. So I can see this weekend as a poop hiccup so to speak, a little shitty stumbling block..lol.

I won't go into all the details of why my weekend was so wretched...that would be immature and pointless. Man I hate being a grown up some days.



I'm bored with venting now...my head hurts :) Enjoy your day. I need to go find something greasy.