Like my house. It looks exactly like the inside of my mind. A crazy mess. Disorganized mind = disorganized environment. Disorganized environment = disorganized mind. Catch the sickness?
The antidote to fear is action. This is true. This is what gets me through scary movies. But I try action in my house, and I crumble. It's pathetic. I stand looking at the object I've picked up off the floor. For, I don't know, 5 minutes? And then I put it back down. What is the point? I have nowhere else to put it. I'm too disorganized to have a place for everything, much less everything in it's place. Alas, everything in it's place is doomed.
Apparently the only effort to be positive is the title of this post.
Obligatory picture for Sarah:
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Can I get a hell yeah for Rick Astley?
I feel EXACTLY the way you do this morning. I just got off the phone with Angelo venting my frustrations about the amount of shit there is to do. And then Minnie & Catalina started crying at the same time and my knee jerk reaction was to go into the kitchen and inhale 5 oreos. I will never be thin again.
On the bright side, I've decided to take up cussing again. Damn right.
Aw Sugar Honey Ice Tea!
Sing it with me...
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Love you girl.
Never gonna give
never gonna give
never gonna give you up
We've known each other
Oh, so long...
You're hearts been aching but,
You're too shy to say it.
Although we both know what's been going ooonnnn,
We know the game and we're
goooonnnnna plaaaayyyy iiiittttt.
Rick Astley is the only person I have ever written a fan letter to.
When I get that way, I start at the kitchen sink. I always feel better when the dishes are done. Love you!
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