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		<title>Seriously, Can Today Please Just End?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;ve all had them: Those days that kick you in the butt from the minute you wake up, &#8217;til you finally drop dead in bed. Don&#8217;t we all love those?! Anyway, it&#8217;s only 3.30 pm and by now I already feel like screaming &#8230; or better crying. Why? Well, here&#8217;s why: 1. It&#8217;s Monday and [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;ve all had them: Those days that kick you in the butt from the minute you wake up, &#8217;til you finally drop dead in bed. Don&#8217;t we all love those?! Anyway, it&#8217;s only 3.30 pm and by now I already feel like screaming &#8230; or better crying. Why? Well, here&#8217;s why:</p>
<h5>1. It&#8217;s Monday and my first day back at work.</h5>
<p>Enough said right?</p>
<h5>2. Dear Miss Maier, your bank account needs a fill up.</h5>
<p>Since the last three weeks of my life consisted of buying Christmas gifts, a little vacation, eating, sleeping, and of course more eating, my bank account looked more than blank. And since I am a conscientious person, I wanted to make the &#8220;-&#8221; on my bank account into a &#8220;+&#8221;. Some of you might think that that was my second downer today, but nooo, just wait for it. So before I drove to the office, I stopped at the bank, hopped in to give my hard-earned money to one of these bank-sharks (or bastards as I like to call them). With the luck I already had, I was sure that there would be no damn parking spot available and of course I was right. So, I decided to just stop in the &#8220;absolutely no fucking parking&#8221; zone. For exactly TWO minutes! I came out of the bank, with no cash in my pocket and the lovely view of a police officer writing me a goddamn ticket! Seriously? I tried talking to the police woman (who was obviously also having a bloody Monday) but no chance this time. 60 € gone down the drain. Why don&#8217;t you super-smart police people try catching the thieves who get away with tax fraud in the amount of millions &#8230; or better, billions!?</p>
<h5>3. I totally did a &#8220;Kevin alone at home&#8221;.</h5>
<p>For those who have seen &#8220;Kevin Home Alone&#8221; a bunch of times, you might already know which part I&#8217;m talking about. After all the crap that has happened, this topped it off again (literally) left me crying in the streets. My 9-5 job isn&#8217;t exactly the most fulfilling. But anyway, that&#8217;s another story. Back to the actual subject: By now you know that my bank account shows a gigantic zero &#8230; and that&#8217;s the same with my fridge. My waist hated me but I couldn&#8217;t resist all those goodies that mum left behind before she flew to Southeast Asia. So, I had no choice but to go out to by milk, vegetables, bread, butter, cereals and all the other crap you don&#8217;t really need. Coming out of the supermarket, I was loaded with groceries. And because I wanted to stretch my legs a little, I decided to leave the car behind (bad, really bad idea). After 50 meters of walking, the bag ripped apart and that was it for me. I didn&#8217;t know whether to scream or cry. I did both&#8230;</p>
<div id="attachment_5591" style="width: 610px" class="wp-caption alignnone"><img class="wp-image-5591 size-full" title="nisa-crazy-rome-italy" src="http://www.cookiesound.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/nisa-crazy-rome-italy.jpg" alt="Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" width="600" height="400" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!</p></div>
<p>So here goes: Please, please just get me out of my misery and let this day come to an end. It&#8217;s been far too long already!</p>
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