OK, I copped this MEME off Catscratch Diva's blog. If you haven't visited her, I'd wholeheartedly recommend stopping by and taking a read. She's frickin hilar.
Not that I'm feeling uninspired today or anything (quite the opposite), I'm just really busy trying to clean my atrociously filthy apartment, suck roach carcasses into the Dirt Devil (score one for mama! Suck that, you brown-armored bitches!), and running errands on my one weekday off. I have to make veggie chili for dinner guests and it takes a lot of effort to open the cans of beans and tomatoes, throw the contents into the crock pot, then walk away for six hours. Really, my work is just never, ever done.
So. Here. Feel free to steal off me if you like. I'll letcha.
To always be surrounded by friends and family who love and support me.
to laugh a lot every day. Or it isn't worth it to get out of bed.
I could stop being so impatient and stop to smell the roses more.
Clowns. Not really. I'm not afraid of that many things. I think I'm afraid of losing the people I love. Watching them suffer.
For beauty in every day life. Corny but true.
When I will die. Or if I ever will. Sometimes I think maybe I'm invincible. But then I get my period and remember that isn't true.
Not a goddamned thing.
Kissing. Laughing. Good music. Mom and Lil time. Reading good books. Sushi.
take a shower every day. Well, most days.
Everywhere, especially the kitchen
All the time. On napkins, on scraps of paper, on this friggin blog. If I don't write, I feel emotionally constipated. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
A retirement fund. And a good pair of work shoes that don't pinch my fucking toes.
Do more yoga. Call my mom more.
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