Dear higher self,
Thank you for the lessons you've sent my way this past week. While I DID need to know about my lack of being a complete human, the lessons are awfully rough this time around...although I do thank you for sending my favorite cheesey 80's music as an accompanant; it helps!
Another helpful thing (you can work on this, you know) is to channel my two-margarita-self-honesty without the help of two margaritas. It's been done too often for it to be a novel educational experience. And please let that spot dry very soon where I dribbled margarita in my lap; it looks like I peed myself, just a little bit.
Higher self, which some call god but I call "Myself two Tuesdays from now," I eat too much out of stress lately. If I'm to lose my jobby-job from layoffs, let it be quick, with ease, and with something even more kick-ass to come. May the echo of my life I hear inside come to pass with full volume. And that last sentence, taken out of context, is completely schizophrenic. Fabulous. Ramen noodles (a.k.a. R-Amen).
An Erinku:
Note to self-
whacking self against doorway
doesn't counteract
two margaritas!
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