Dear Self,
1.Someone up in the heavens finally got a plumber and sorted their leakage-- the sun is finally shining and it will be 17 degrees today, therefore you will not be completely drenched walking to work, blown off at the sea front or be needing additional cups of coffee to stay awake in a setting that's perfect for sleep. You also need to cut down on that coffee you're taking in the morning, it's getting nearer to 5 heaping teaspoons a day.
2. Be grateful that you have a job, and despite the undesirable routine and the fact that it's not particularly brain stimulating, you are at least still harvesting money trees and living comfortably.
It could be worse, like the time you were desperately checking your bank account 3 times a day hoping that a leprechaun would do a little dance and make magic money appear in there.
3. Everything is temporary:
Weather, work, feelings, shifts.
Bad days happen so that you appreciate the good ones more.
4. For goodness sake if you hate your life so much,
then fix it and stop being such a moan-y *censored*.
What was that thing you read in Eat,Love,Pray?
You can't win the bloody lottery if you whine all your life about being unlucky,
and yet never buy a ticket.
Or something like that.
So get cracking and start applying to firm #279.
I love you but sometimes I feel like strangling you too.
Love,
I love you but sometimes I feel like strangling you too.
Love,
Common Sense.
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