I have friends who will pick me up at 6 AM on a Sunday when I’m convinced I have Spainsh Bird Flu. I have a roommate who makes me chicken noodle soup and tells me to drink liquids for my own good. She also puts up with me living on the futon for days. I have my own personal bagel delivery man (who also delivers delicious gatorade). Lucky Lucky me!
That was a completely mortifying experience on so many levels….
Three years ago, I cried when I made birthday cheesecake that cracked. This year, when my cake crumbled into a million pieces, I didn’t care. There’s a good daily accomplishment!
Do not ask for fulfillment in all your life, but for patience to accept...– Brenda Short
Tu sei il sole del mio giorno. Ti amo
This is relationship genocide week….I’m gonna go hide now.
Today was an odd day of self deprecation. I can’t exactly pinpoint why this was the case, I don’t really have a solid basis for it, but it happened none the less. The other night a friend who really doesn’t know me that well drunkenly called me out on pretending to be happy at the time when he knew I wasn’t. It was bizarre having someone who doesn’t know you well call...
My anxiety knows no bounds.
So I finnished my homework for the entire week by Tuesday….what am I supposed to do now?!?!?