serendipity
I am a whiner.
I am one of those people for whom it seems not only that life is perpetually and consistently failing to live up to their sense of entitlement, but also that the best way to deal with a problem is to share it with somebody else.
And what better place to share them than LJ-land.
I am cognizant, however, of the burden that this places on you, dear and long-suffering LJ-reader, and it is recognition of that service that I inform you, first and before all, that I hit nearly every traffic light green on my way home from work today.
After what, in spite of perfectly normal rush-hour traffic, amounted to only about a 35 minute commute home, I picked up my recycle bin from the front yard at five thirty-nine PM this evening.
Word.
I am one of those people for whom it seems not only that life is perpetually and consistently failing to live up to their sense of entitlement, but also that the best way to deal with a problem is to share it with somebody else.
And what better place to share them than LJ-land.
I am cognizant, however, of the burden that this places on you, dear and long-suffering LJ-reader, and it is recognition of that service that I inform you, first and before all, that I hit nearly every traffic light green on my way home from work today.
After what, in spite of perfectly normal rush-hour traffic, amounted to only about a 35 minute commute home, I picked up my recycle bin from the front yard at five thirty-nine PM this evening.
Word.