(19-365)

I promised I was going to write every day, but I have no idea what to say.

It was a nice day at work.  I felt as if I was at Bergdorf's, the way I behaved with customers anyway.  I am unique,  I know.    If you are making 100 times more than me, fuck you for comparing yourself with me.  pick someone else to delight in your miserable existence.

I had a date I was looking forward to and it got cancelled.  Instead of getting angry or depressed,  I decided to think different.  Frankly,  I don't give myself the credit I deserve

Fuck,  I don't know what to write,   sorry people.  I am going to bed.  My Sister Biembenida is 40 today.   it is a rainy day in New York City.   I went to church and prayed.  I prayed so I could get the fuck away from my luck.  Sorry.  I remember this day as the day I had nothing meaningful to say.  

My ex wife is pregnant.  My daughter is 13.  I have no girlfriend.  My fiannces are in turmoil.  My job I hate.  How do you want me to think?