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people disappoint me. weird, it's not their fault. i build up all these expectations, right? of how awesome my life is and the people in it. now, working on accepting what is in my life and not always wishing for what i imagined.
as hard as it is to apply to a weekend lunch with friends who seem to constantly complain about and insult people for their weight and appearance, i find it just as hard to apply to my momentum in life. can i not just accept how slowly it goes? that i have so many things i want to do. and not to be done with them, really, but just for the sheer experience of doing them. honestly, i'm so fucking lucky. i can do the things i want just for the sake of doing them. i don't think everyone can do that.
keeping myself warm.
bourbon and apple cider is somehow delicious.
my newest homebrew idea seems to be coming along well: manhattan porter. tastes a lot like bitters and maraschino cherries, need to add more bourbon.
as hard as it is to apply to a weekend lunch with friends who seem to constantly complain about and insult people for their weight and appearance, i find it just as hard to apply to my momentum in life. can i not just accept how slowly it goes? that i have so many things i want to do. and not to be done with them, really, but just for the sheer experience of doing them. honestly, i'm so fucking lucky. i can do the things i want just for the sake of doing them. i don't think everyone can do that.
keeping myself warm.
bourbon and apple cider is somehow delicious.
my newest homebrew idea seems to be coming along well: manhattan porter. tastes a lot like bitters and maraschino cherries, need to add more bourbon.