i always hope.
even though i know better and i always advise other people against hoping.. hope is always hope of the wrong thing. we should instead picture the worst scenario & hope for that because 9 times out of 10 it'll turn out better. disappointment is close to the worst feeling one can experience & having high hopes and expectations always surrenders you to the notorious feeling of disappointment.
i also find this fascinating... "don't fuck me over, please and thank you" : a statement used by an individual who, in fact, does exactly what they ask others to not do. that doesn't even make sense. what is funny, though, is being on the end that is being f-ed & having things turn out 12894378940 times better than if the pre-fcked plans would have been carried out. oliver is officially my 80s night partner...he is da best.
& currently-i am listening to dawson mccallister try to give answers to life's many hardships to the poor souls who are calling in. i kind of think it's hilarious. my hair smells like smoke del cigarettes in an 89 year old man's house that has been chuffing since he was 13 + moth balls that are never cleaned up since his wife left him for making her smell like his ciggie smoke. yum!
my plan for tomorrow includes: taking a jog on the good ol' treadmill (which most likely won't happen because i always say it & never do it), finishing my laundry, applying the ornaments to the c-mas tree (good thing i put it up like 6 freakin days before christmas), & reading the rest of my book before i go to fulfill many people's coffee fantasies at 4 o'clock.
oh and lucy is turning my radio on and off at her own discretion.
i love being alive!
p.s. harrison ford is a babe...even if he is an old fart.
No comments:
Post a Comment