As I sit here on a Sunday morning trying to write my post of the week before I head back to work tomorrow I’ve come to an interesting conclusion; I’m not making enough bad decisions.
To a normal person that probably sounds like a good thing, like I almost have my shit together. However, as I keep saying, I’m not normal, I’m a blogger. And as a blogger if I keep making smart decisions I am going to run out of things to write.
Things are so bad at the minute I’m debating getting drunk and meeting up with Mr. X, if history is anything to go by, that should give me blog material for a month or so. Then again, if I did that, people would need to start clicking more ads to pay the necessary therapy that would result in.
A drunk evening with Mr. X, does anyone remember when that sounded appealing? Now it sounds like a lot of work and a shit ton of unwanted drama. I think it’s safe to say I’m getting old. Hell, the crazy cat
lady path is sounding more and more
Anyways, I am going to go and come up with a plan to make some poor life decisions that won’t scare me permanently. But before I go, I have this question for you; what do you do to get yourself out of a funk? Let me in the comments below. And as always, stay and play safe.
The Honest Bitch