When I die, I want to have my middle fingers airmailed to the two individuals at the peak of my shit list.
I’m quite late, but here it is… Resolutions:
-Quit smoking [again]
-Start running [again]
-Fix my teeth
-Make all the doctor appointments I’ve needed and have put off for way too long, tbh
-Be nicer to myself [again] and shit
-Stop procrastinating so much… And sleep more.
Honestly, I think of Jean Benet Ramsey every time I eat pineapple.
When I cuddle up in bed with Gus and he makes biscuits on my chest, I get the urge to Snapchat my exes: “I’m sorry my life is so much better than yours now.”
Whether it’s stress, being under the weather, or unusual hormones, I’m out of sorts. I’ve been clenching my teeth for a week. I want to punch fluffy bunnies (as a figure of speech). I don’t feel like I have any energy to be nice, so I’m hoping Tyler keeps his distance.
I should meditate.