The week is done and I am looking forward to a weekend of calming creativity. You know, there are only so many children's stories one can read before seeking solace in reality. I have recently become painfully aware of the fact that children's books are all written by people on some sort of a bad acid trip. Cows that want electric blankets, bears that lead a distinctly civilized life from their tree house and a monkey that has clearly been abducted by some creepo that always wears a banana explorers outfit. These are the stories our children grow up with. No wonder America is stupid.
I digress. I am feeling especially ready for some de-stressing and rest so I am spending my Friday evening listing in my head the things I want to do. Finish hair clips. Clean kitchen. Work on bags. Photograph etsy items. Do some laundry. Find that freaking debit card. Get haircut. Geez louise. I am now getting stressed out by my destressing.
Sip cosomo. Better.
Another sip. Breathing is back under control.
Without sounding like too much of a whiner...I have the worst life of anyone. Ever. Including Anne Frank. Ok but seriously, being an adult is a lot suckier than previously advertised. Ok so it may not have been advertised as awesome but at least it looked awesome. As far as I've found, it's mostly awkwardness and annoyance. Added to that is more awkwardness. Yes well, a long week is now over.
Cheers to a de-stressful weekend!
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