I’m going to make a gross blanket statement (but it’s about me so it’s ok): nothing ever comes easy for me. Like stuff, anything – everything – just can’t go as planned. I am also probably the most unlucky and hot messiest of all my friends. Seriously.

My father and I have a catch phrase for this (because our luck is pretty much the same more or less):

“It’s always a struggle.”

That started when I was young and more of a “Well Jenny trust me. Life is a struggle.” And now, it more humorous because, seriously? Could maybe something go as planned? Just once? L-O-L.

I’m glad I have a sense of humor about it. I’ve lived with it for so long, I don’t think I’d know what to do if things just went as they should.

I was talking about this with some friends lately. In fact, I told Andrew that he is the luckiest person I know. Things just always seem to go his way. And he said he doesn’t believe in luck. To which I answered “Yeah because you don’t need to, a-hole!”

I on the other hand have THE WORST LUCK. Don’t believe me? Here’s a snippet of my life that just took place in ONE HOUR last night.

I left my apartment at 11:30 pm to go pick up Andrew. He was flying back from a luxurious 4 day vacation with his family in Florida where it was 80 degrees and sunny everyday. (BITCH.) I walked out to my car and found a $100 parking ticket. For parking in front of a ramp. That doesn’t exist.

……

Fine whatever. I figured I’d deal with that later.

I get to the airport and got a text from Andrew that baggage claim was taking a bit longer than anticipated. No problem. I flipped my car off and sat enjoying my new playlist while Andrew’s luggage came through. He hopped in the car, we hugged and then I tried to start my car.

“TRIED” being the operative word here.

My car, which is only 4 years old, has never given me a mechanical problem in it’s life, and JUST received it’s brand new shiny inspection sticker FIVE DAYS AGO, wouldn’t start. Instead it sounded like a dying prehistoric bird. Oh and every light on the dash lit up and flashed like a god damn disco.

Luckily Logan Airport has it’s own version of AAA and they sent someone out in about 2 minutes to give me a jump.

BUT SERIOUSLY? A $100 parking ticket for no reason and a dead car which is actually in perfect condition. ALL IN ONE HOUR.

You’re lucky I edit most of my hot messery out of my blog day to day. Although who doesn’t like a little self deprecating humor and laughing at the misfortune of others? Maybe I’ll start a blog dedicated entirely to the ridiculousness in hopes that MTV will pick up my reality show.