I hate it when:

I have random power cords around the house and no clue what product it goes to.

Every time I think I buy enough hangers, I still don’t have enough. And I know for a fact that I haven’t bought any new clothes. Where are these extra clothes coming from?

I thought I set the alarm correctly for work, but umm oops I put 7PM instead of 7AM.

I can’t find my house keys and it’s time to go to work. There always in the first and last place I look, my purse.

I set my timer on the VCR to record something I REALLY want to see and somehow it magically doesn’t get recorded even though I’m not the average schmo who doesn’t know what she’s doing. I know how to work electronics.

People lie to me. Liars suck.

My manager schedules me to work when I was supposed to be off. Or I have to stay late at work because someone is running late or can’t come in at all. I get called in on my off day. Plenty of scenarios and excuses.

I get overly anxious or excited about something. It leads to disappointment.

I procrastinate, although procrastination plus Rashaan equals inevitable.

There is family drama.

I have a paper cut or when I cut a hang nail and I cut too deep. OUCH.

I have sneeze attacks.

I get a run in my pantyhose and I have no extras, which doesn’t happen that often because I almost always have at least two pairs!

There is nothing but literally two drops of Kool-Aid in the fridge and no sugar left to make another pitcher.

I got a taste for a bowl of Honeycombs but the milk is spoiled.

I have no clean clothes to wear to work except that one outfit I hate to wear.

I’m listening to my favorite CD on the bus and my batteries go dead.

I burn a CD and it FAILS.

I can’t get my hair JUST RIGHT.

I get my hair done at the salon, it looks perfect right, then I walk outside and the humidity is so high that my fair flattens down like a pressed piece of Buddig meat.

I polish my nails, and somehow no matter color or clear, I manage to smudge at least one nail over the course of that day.

I straighten up my house but within two days, I look around and.. I gotta clean again?