I'm just gonna have desserts and liquor.
I traded my gym membership for Showtime, lol, Dexter > working out. I'd love to talk about the season premiere but I'm not sure how I feel about it? I found myself pretty pissed off for a majority of it, actually. I did not feel like it gelled very well into the ~Dexter~ mold, it felt sort of like season 8 of X-Files. I will definitely give it time to find its Rita-less footing before I go abandoning it or making any judgments. I just have nothing to say on it lol.
BUT HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS, THE BIG C. LIFE, THAT SHOW IS LIFE. EVERYTHING I AM AND LOVE AND WANT. Well, I don't want cancer. But I want to do cartwheels like her and I want teachers like her and I want to deface my fucking couch like her, dig a hole and burn the fucker. I want to give things away and buy spontaneous things I don't even know how to use. I want to save lobsters (you guys, seriously, I cried so hard at this I can't even explain), park my car and walk through rain instead. I want to shoot my son with a paintball gun and leave him cars and gifts long after I'm gone. I want everyone to have all of that, I WANT SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I AM SO INSPIRED BY THIS I CAN'T EVEN. SO, GOD, I DON'T KNOW, I CHALLENGE EVERYONE READING THIS TO FIND SOMETHING IN THEIR LIFE THAT THEY DON'T LIKE AND EITHER GET RID OF IT, OR STOP DOING IT. DON'T THINK. JUST CUT A PIECE OF DEAD FUCKING WEIGHT OFF OF YOUR LIFE. For example, I don't think I'm going to work tomorrow. Before they notice I'm there, I hear Pam always ask, "Is Liss coming in today?" And I'm sick of yelling "I'm already here." Why the fuck WOULDN'T I come in today? You told me to finish out September. So I was going to finish out September but not if it means them not expecting me to show up, and then when I do, only staying for three hours. I WOULD RATHER SLEEP. I had a conversation with Matt the other day, he was trying to decide if he felt like taking a job and do you know what he said? "No, it's not worth it. I'd rather sleep. So you know what? I'm going to pay myself $400 to sleep that day." THAT MADE MY LIFE, YOU KNOW? Ah. AH. AH. I could fucking SCREAM with this feeling. I have to because my body isn't big enough for it.
Wake up! If you knew for certain you had a terminal illness - if you had little time left to live - you would waste precious little of it. Well, I'm telling you... you do have a terminal illness - it's called birth. You don't have more than a few years left. No one does! So be happy now, without reason, or you will never be at all. ~Dan Millman
What would you do, right now, if you had terminal cancer?
... and why do you need such a fucking morbid reason to do it? ;)
BUT HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS, THE BIG C. LIFE, THAT SHOW IS LIFE. EVERYTHING I AM AND LOVE AND WANT. Well, I don't want cancer. But I want to do cartwheels like her and I want teachers like her and I want to deface my fucking couch like her, dig a hole and burn the fucker. I want to give things away and buy spontaneous things I don't even know how to use. I want to save lobsters (you guys, seriously, I cried so hard at this I can't even explain), park my car and walk through rain instead. I want to shoot my son with a paintball gun and leave him cars and gifts long after I'm gone. I want everyone to have all of that, I WANT SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I AM SO INSPIRED BY THIS I CAN'T EVEN. SO, GOD, I DON'T KNOW, I CHALLENGE EVERYONE READING THIS TO FIND SOMETHING IN THEIR LIFE THAT THEY DON'T LIKE AND EITHER GET RID OF IT, OR STOP DOING IT. DON'T THINK. JUST CUT A PIECE OF DEAD FUCKING WEIGHT OFF OF YOUR LIFE. For example, I don't think I'm going to work tomorrow. Before they notice I'm there, I hear Pam always ask, "Is Liss coming in today?" And I'm sick of yelling "I'm already here." Why the fuck WOULDN'T I come in today? You told me to finish out September. So I was going to finish out September but not if it means them not expecting me to show up, and then when I do, only staying for three hours. I WOULD RATHER SLEEP. I had a conversation with Matt the other day, he was trying to decide if he felt like taking a job and do you know what he said? "No, it's not worth it. I'd rather sleep. So you know what? I'm going to pay myself $400 to sleep that day." THAT MADE MY LIFE, YOU KNOW? Ah. AH. AH. I could fucking SCREAM with this feeling. I have to because my body isn't big enough for it.
Wake up! If you knew for certain you had a terminal illness - if you had little time left to live - you would waste precious little of it. Well, I'm telling you... you do have a terminal illness - it's called birth. You don't have more than a few years left. No one does! So be happy now, without reason, or you will never be at all. ~Dan Millman
What would you do, right now, if you had terminal cancer?
... and why do you need such a fucking morbid reason to do it? ;)