Fuck the lighter side.
I’m doing fine, but. I can’t put my finger on it. We had this very open, very honest conversation. That was supposed to take care of everything, put things in perspective. Give us a chance for change, for improvement.
Ok, fine, we had the talk. So why do I feel unsettled? Is it because I thought it would change instantly? Because it wasn’t really what I wanted to hear? Because I, I, I, for fuck’s sake. Yes, I. Not you, not us, just fucking I.
Obviously he’s not the only one with problems. And that’s probably what struck me that night. Shit, I really did not want to hear this. Actually it never came out. I just realized it while we were talking. I have some serious issues. I need to grow up.
Christmas tree: up
Decorations: up
Anxiety: through the fucking roof
Coworker whistling Jingle Bells: dead
Me: feeling much better.
well on the lighter side (sry) that by far is the greatest South Park image to date 😉
agree with spyder that pic is awesome! love it.
thanks 🙂 click on the link, but I warn you, it’s addictive.
Mouahahaha ! T’es trop cute ! Mais y t’manque une couple de cernes en-dessous des yeux ! 😛
sont là, j’ai mis du makeup…
One day I sat at work for 45 minutes just making different characters. I love that link and the dead co-worker who is no longer singing jingle bells.
Growing up is painful.