“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
It’s a beautiful summer day. But I’m at work.
I have tomorrow off to go to the beach. But the BF has to work.
I finally got my shiny brandy-new CD player installed. But, since I have a weird curvy dashboard, it looks like ass.
I got the full-tuition scholarship and graduate assistantship I’d been dreaming of. But I turned it down.
Altogether, things are jolly. But it’s a couple little ones that grime everything else up. I’m inside today, and I’d wanted to go to the beach tomorrow. Perhaps I’m just a whiner at heart.