Is it a good sign when you make yourself a self-help mantra? Or is it just humiliating? Because even though I can tell it’s working, I feel a little ridiculous.
You. Are a lone reed.
Yes, but what I’d really like is for Emma Thompson to narrate my thoughts. And after a glass of wine and two beers, she most certainly does.
I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t indulge in rage. Because what does high blood pressure get me anyway (aside from this upset stomach)?
Why don’t I just drop this unsatisfying book and let it bury itself in dust?
Do you think people know that we know that everything they do is staged? Or do they think we don’t notice? Or maybe that we forgive it because it makes them seem artistic?
Well, actually you look like an asshole. I guess this is that slap in the face. Thanks.
happy hump day.