For the first time in, what seems like ever, everything seems to be going really smoothly. It’s taken me 25 years, but I finally feel like I’m heading in the right direction. For the most part. I have to deal with the harder stuff first, which I’m doing really well, thanks to some good old luck (or probably divine intervention, I’m suddenly feeling very religious) and hard work. Next comes the easy stuff, which isn’t really easy, just not as hard as the first step which required me changing the thing I like least about myself. The second is just doing stuff I don’t want to do. My mind’s all over the place, but I feel oddly peaceful.
Yoga would help calm my mind and relax my stiff shoulders.
Tomorrow will be difficult, but I have to remember that I excel at things like this best when I become emotionally involved, so I have to make sure it makes me emotional, but not irrational. HA!!
Wish me luck!
See the thing is, realistically, in the next few years I’m going to get married and have kids (maybe) and then I’m going to be driving something with way too many seats or an SUV or something to accommodate my growing family, so, I’m going to buy whatever kind of car I want now!
I’m very excited about this!
I’m getting sick of people talking about all the distractions one has to overcome while driving! Driving really isn’t that hard, I drive so much and so often that it’s become second nature. I read the results of a study that was talking about how little focus there is on driving when the driver is on the phone and the only thing I could think was, when was the last time I actually paid attention when I was driving? You just don’t do it, you let intuition take over. You know that theory about needing 10,000 hours to become an expert at something? I accumulated my 10,000 hours a long time ago.
You know what, I do remember the last time I really focused on driving. I was on my way home, it was dark out and I didn’t have my glasses. I can barely see at night, so I got glasses so I wouldn’t kill anyone! You’re welcome, people of California!
Yesterday I woke up from a dream where one of my teachers from high school was trying to murder me at my birthday party and today, from a dream that an octopus was trying to suffocate me in the middle of the ocean.
Something is amiss
You know when you dislike someone so much that everything they say and do is stupid. Even if you agree, it’s stupid solely because that person said it. Like this guy could tell me the sky is blue and I would just scoff and roll my eyes
bored at 4 am, so I gave in and made an okcupid account. My best match was the brother of one of my closest friends and I attract weirdos!
The best date I ever went on was that one time we went and got pie and talked all night. I don’t really care about the guy and I have no clue what we talked about, but damn that was good pie
What’s really funny is that earlier today I berated myself for ignoring my instincts because they’re always right and here I am again, worse off for not having trusted my gut
Can’t sleep so I’m watching white Protestant men talk about religious persecution. Fuck you, you have no right to talk about shit!
When I was 12, I walked home with rocks being thrown at me because I was Muslim and it was post 9/11. You don’t get to talk about religious persecution! You were not a victim because someone said that talking about Jesus made them uncomfortable. You don’t get to use the first amendment to cover your ass and to talk about your beliefs and then chastise me when I use the same amendment to defend my ability to pray in my place of worship.
You poor little white man
I’m so frustrated with this shit.
Maybe I’ll finally be able to sleep
I found a quarter in my bra. I have no idea where it came from, I can’t even remember the last time I paid for something with cash
I just realized that I come off as the most mild-mannered of all my siblings.
This is very interesting
I cannot spend $600 on shoes. I cannot spend $600 on shoes. I cannot spend $600 on shoes. I cannot spend $600 on shoes. I cannot spend $600 on shoes. I cannot spend $600 on shoes. I cannot spend $600 on shoes.
At least not yet!
However, 20% off of $600 means I’m only spending $480, ughh I can’t. Not yet
Oh you know, just almost dying after donating blood. Go me