K-atic

My life is K-atic. I got fired, my dog ate my taxes, and my ex is here to collect rent.

The party was K-atic. There were three fights, two keg stands, and one dead raccoon.

My morning routine is K-atic. I spilled coffee on my shirt, my kid drew on my face, and my cat tried to eat my phone.

My day was K-atic. My car broke down, my boss yelled at me, and my dog pooped on my shoes.

The concert was K-atic. The band was late, the lights were out, and the hot dog vendor got arrested.

My relationship is K-atic. He forgot our anniversary, he called me a f***ing d***, and he tried to text me from a group chat.

My week was K-atic. I got a parking ticket, my cat ran away, and my mom called me a f***ing d***.

The test was K-atic. I didn’t study, I failed, and my teacher gave me a D and a f***ing look.

My life is K-atic. I lost my keys, my phone died, and my dog ate my homework.