Kit Kats: Give Me A Break
I seriously have not been unstressed since 2012. I have felt lately like I cannot catch a break ever. I can't remember the last time my face was zit free, because I'm constantly anxious about everything. On the way to Houston last Friday, I stopped in Madisonville at Bucee's to fill up Carson's gas tank. For those of you uninformed, Carson is my Toyota Matrix, aptly named because "he's a car, son!" *insert gangster hand signs here*. I was about an hour and a half from Houston, and I distractedly locked my wallet, phone, and keys in the car. So I wasted an hour hanging out near Texas' cleanest restrooms with some very nice people, waiting on AAA and my grimy locksmith savior. Once in Houston, several instances went south. The Wifi didn't work as it was supposed to, my blinds came crashing down, just missing my head, when I tried to adjust the sunlight blazing through my window, the angle of the garage was a little tight and as I tried to miss t...