|Two champs: Rocky . . . and me.|
Anyway, I've been feeling a little less than funny lately . . . maybe you've noticed. I think you probably did; it's likely that the lack of poop jokes on this here bloggy had you feeling, I don't know, mature or something. Pish. Go sip your Scotch in that rocking chair, Grandpa! I'm just gonna hang out here with a hula hoop and my birthday suit, PBR in hand AS IT SHOULD BE. (Nothing against Scotch drinkers, though: even Dan likes Scotch and he's pretty okay. I mean, we're getting married and all, so he must be. Jessica/Kulicking; he's awesome; he's my best friend; I love him.)
I think I was feeling sort of unfunny because I've kind of had to be like a real grown-up lately AND IT WAS TOTALLY BUMMING ME OUT. I do so much better with life when I have absolutely zero responsibilities and owe nothing to nobody. (Double negative ≠ double rainbow.) I could just spend my days chasing butterflies and pretending to make daisy chains (except that they were always with dandelions because I just can't bring myself to pick flowers that haven't already fallen; it hurts my feelings to kill them, and besides, dandelions are weeds anyway) and talking in a British accent and generally flouncing around. It was fun; I was funny.
|Blurry photos are always the best photos. In this case, at least.|
And then: BOOM. I had responsibilities, deadlines, decisions to make. I became bogged down in a vortex of ickiness, and suddenly I was laying awake at night asking myself scary questions like: "Did I make the right choice?" "What if I had . . .?" and of course the dreaded "Am I good enough?" There's nothing like comparing yourself to other, more successful people to really get yourself motivated. (<--- Just kidding, don't do this; this is a really bad move.)
Needless to say,
I'm so frickin' gold I'm PLATINUM baby!
And you know what? YOU ARE TOO. Thanks for being such phenomenal readers: every time you leave a comment, it makes my heart sing. Also: an angel gets her wings every time you become a Google follower. And by "angel gets her wings" I mean: I feel extremely grateful.
Have an awesome weekend.
P.S. What do you do to get out of a funk?