I saw this guy on TV who is a bartender at an awesome bar in New Orleans. He has degrees from Harvard and MIT. But he’s a bartender. He seemed so happy. Am I doing life wrong? I think I might be doing life wrong.
I was going to write about friendship and how you need a best friend who really *gets* you and I was going to use this awesome example about my friend Mary….. but then I remembered I already blogged about it.
Read your old blogs so you don’t repeat stories is my new thought!
When I was 13, my brazen use of the word “boner” saved my middle school social life. Don’t ever underestimate the power of a “naughty” word to save your life y’all.
So, I wasn’t going to blog this week because I’m totally spending all my time studying for the GRE (aka watching old episodes of Buffy The Vampire Slayer) but then a part of me thought “You lazy ass, you should at least do a thought on a Friday.” And then the nicer part of me said “Hey you. You’re great. You should do a thought EVERY DAY this week!” So, that’s what I’m doing because the part of me that called me a “lazy ass” hurt my feelings and I want to prove to it that I’m not lazy.
What I’m trying to say is my thought today is that we should all be nicer to ourselves.
At our house we call double-stuffed Oreos “breakfast Oreos”. Get on our level.
There is one thing that never fails to make me laugh – videos of little kids cursing. I don’t know what this says about me as a person, but at the very least, I think it means that I reinforce bad behavior as long as it’s funny. I foresee a lot of parent/teacher conferences in my future…..
I get that #YOLO is lame-o (If I don’t win an award for that turn of phrase then there is no justice in this world), but is it cool to say “you only live once”? Because that just seems like something good to keep in mind. Or did the youths ruin that too?
Every time I watch the episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where she kills Angel I just cry and cry and cry. Every. Time.
I am 1000% more productive on sunny days than I am on cloudy/rainy days.
On the other hand, I think I’m a better cook on rainy days than I am on sunny days.
You win some, you lose some amiright?
Why is it that people you have been waiting for all day (electricians, plumbers, cable workers, etc.) always knock on your door right when you start to go to the bathroom?
Is there some dark magic at play? Or is my bladder just a jerk who likes to play annoying pranks on me?