Aaand I’m feeling all sad anyway. But no one should feel because it’s Christmas in two weeks but I’m all lonely, feeling pooey and so not Christmassy :( and that makes me sadder because being sad at Christmas just ruins the whole season.
Ehhhh, literally why do I even bother sometimes. It’s like trying to get blood out of many many stones.
I’m picturing a beautiful sunny island in south east Asia that’s quiet except for nature sounds and local people laughing and talking quietly, warm white sand, clear blue water, sunsets to die for, little bamboo huts you can go and have cocktails and dim sum in, and yeeesss, everything is right with the world. Let me take this island to sleep with me now.
I literally 40% blame him for my eye condition because they say a contributing factor that brings it on is chronic stress and god almighty does my brother give me daily stress. When he goes on holiday with his friends, we ALL get a holiday back here at home… Just wanna punch his stupid smug little acne-ridden face every damn day.
(And he’s 6 weeks away from turning 18 and I will never believe it because there’s no way on earth he is ready to be a considerate responsible adult. Like are you sure you’re not almost 15 instead??)
I hope you had better Monday than Miley Cyrus’ publicist
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
I don’t know what says more about my life: the fact I know my 16-digit debit card number off by heart or the fact I know my 14-digit library card number off by heart…?
I am legit one step away from being first name terms with my postman - I see him at least every other day. And I’m sure my library secretly want to charge me commission for all the books they’re constantly ordering in for me.