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
appealing.
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.
Love,
The Honest
Bitch
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