…when things feel shitty, there’s really no point in dwelling.
That’s why I’m embracing a number of action-oriented cliches this week:
I’m coming out swinging.
I’m shitting or getting off the pot.
I’m fighting to keep my head above water (and mostly winning).
I’m _________ ’til the cows come home.
And I’m partying like it’s 1999 (at least once all of my schoolwork is turned in).
Because heh, fuckit…why not 😉