I am seriously lacking motivation.
Ugh.
Uughughughuuhguh.
I suck.
There are many things I should be doing.
Important things.
But I can't make myself do them.
Is it laziness?
Probably.
Am I dumb?
Indeed.
Is it fair that my bestie (Olivia) can put on anything and make it look cool?
Nope. Not fair.
Should I be embarrassed that I'm using the term "bestie"?
Of course. But I'm going to do it again to spite you.
Did my bestie's sister go into labor today?
Yes.
Can I use that as an excuse to not do my work?
No, that would make no sense. Especially cause she's not my sister.
I can't even use this as an excuse.
My boss is out of town. My boss is in Vegas. My boss is 3 months old.
That's not fair.
Why can babies unapologetically fart, have their belly hanging out, sport a double chin and still be considered cute? I can't do any of those things.
That too is not fair.
I have laundry to fold.
I have essays to write.
I have workouts to do
(ha! that's never gonna happen...)
I need new socks.
(all of mine are white and I have decided that I abhor white socks)
I need new underwear.
(TMI, I know.)
I need new pj pants!
(more of a want, but who's counting?)
With my combined efforts of yesterday and today I have almost watched the entire series of Gilmore Girls.
I have a problem.
It's me.
I should never be left alone.
I need people around me to judge me and make me feel guilty.
Guilt gets things done.
I should never be alone.
Ok, I'm done. Gotta run...I'm on season 4.
Help?
