And now for something completely different...
Had a nice long chitchat with Chickpea tonight. God, she's a real kick in the pants. Anyway, I have reached a turning point. Having gotten enough varied and pertinant feedback and points of view on my worries from Yvonne, Angela, and now Chickpea, I have recieved all the reassurance I need to stop worrying.
So from now on, NO MORE POOR ME BITCHING. I mean it, Grov. Stop subjecting these poor people to your "the glass is half empty" attitude. I'm sick of it. I don't want to hear it anymore. MOVE THE FUCK ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
There. I feel better now.
So from now on, NO MORE POOR ME BITCHING. I mean it, Grov. Stop subjecting these poor people to your "the glass is half empty" attitude. I'm sick of it. I don't want to hear it anymore. MOVE THE FUCK ON WITH YOUR LIFE.
There. I feel better now.
1 Comments:
Hmm, easier said than done I fear. Though good luck nevertheless.
Personally, I always considered the glass either fully empty and cracked, or refilled by someone that couldn't wait. Optimal pessimism. ;)
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