Dear Diary,

B-
Today was, umm, okay.
On my way to work I stopped at the farmers market to grab a cookie. These cookies are next level. I've been buying them from this lesbian woman every saturday all summer. They are chocolate chip with homemade caramel and skor bits. Sooooooo good. Anyway, she tells me today that this is the last cookie ill be buying until next summer! I say "better make it a good one then" She picks the biggest, most gooey cookie in the batch.

Im late for work, so I decide to cut across Nelson park. Im walking at brisk pace, taking the first bite of my cookie, when my foot slips out from under me.... I stepped in dog shit! fuck! As i lift my foot to suss the damage, my big soft cookie breaks and falls to the ground.

I hate my life.

p.s I was asked by my manager to stop wearing grey polish, its pissing people off.