You’ve been in the garden long enough when the water trapped inside your boots makes you think you’ve got a wandering bladder! (at the garden)
Self-help
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.
Thanks
(Source: Spotify)
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.
cryptic tumblr posts: because i can’t resist adding to the emotionally charged spam of the internet
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.
“I’m fairly certain I never say things accidentally.”
Except for today when I called myself the wrong word because of the French word for foot. Do you ever have those moments when you realize you’ve been taking yourself too seriously? When I think back on those times I realize that they usually have to to do with one person. Does that mean that that person brings out the worst in me? Or that that person helps me see it to correct it? Here I go again.
I put all of this energy into convincing myself that I can laugh everything off, but I’m just as petty as the next person if not worse. What I need is a good slap in the face and I can’t help but feel it’s on its way.
Sometimes I just want to blog everything. But then I remember, ain’t nobody got time for that. And tomorrow, it just might not be so important.
Been eating lox on crackers all day. Come to realize, I don’t really like smoked salmon. The trick is making sure the cream cheese hits my tongue before the salmon does. I can now handle a ridiculous amount of salmon. I guess I’d live in the village that eats the toast butter-side down. But I wouldn’t discriminate.
p.s. my previous method was pretending to be Gollum.
…I still like that one too.
Happy New Year
You are in control of how miserable or how happy you are. No one else. Worse things are happening to better people. New Years Resolution?
Shut the fuck up and smile.
