Just another saturday night

So its Saturday nite and im writing a blog.
What has my life came to. How boring have I become? People use to call me all the time, I was the party. Is my party over. Man that was fast. Met a boy, kissed a boy, fell madly, said I do and now im uncool. just like that, uncool. we have our friends (which I love) but we are all married, its like a cult. We recruit people prerequisite: married. That doesn’t even sound cool. Like the word beige- I hate that word. How non fun would it be to describe beige. My life is beige, boring. My life is yellow, excitement! I like yellow. Hold on…. I went and put on my yellow socks (phone should be ringing anytime now that I have some yellow in my life.) Sometimes I feel like someone is trying to show me a sign, things happen all the time to me that I think is strange that shouldn’t happen to someone as often as it does me. Examples. Almost everytime I am driving thru town at night the street light turns off as I drive under it. As well as the green light always turns yellow rights as I pass, I look now everytime I go under it-it has became this dangerous game I play with the light, one day I will slam into a car in front of me because of this damn yellow light that distracts me. And the carts, those damn carts. You know when you walk into walmart and the greeter has carts lined up and ready for your shopping spree, well mine is always the handicap one, with the squeaky, wobbly wheel. I even stand back and let the person behind me get it but noooo I always get it. No one elses makes this sound, I know because I listen. I am embarrassed of my cart, that noise. And I get it everytime, someone is taping me I know, this is a game show but damn you can yell CUT anytime now.
Ok I know your not going to believe me but this sums up my life and how it works, here I am in my home, dining room to be exact. Lights off ( im weird, I hate lights), no tv or radio just me typing away. I have a glass of tea beside me I take a drink- this happens to be the same time my dog Kahne decides to bark. His barks are deep and scary (esp. when your home alone in the dark). I drop my full glass of tea from fright of the dog and guess where it lands……my yellow socks. Its just not in it for me beige is my color. Still no calls, cold wet feet and the buzzer just went off on my dryer reminded me of the towels I love to fold. But as I look down and Kahne asleep beside me because he cant stand being in different room as me and I wait for the man of my dreams to come home in a few, it makes me realize beige isnt that bad.
Until next time Peace love n alittle beyonce to lift your spirits!