Crap or get off the pot.
Easier said than done. I kinda like the pot.
I used to think I was good at making decisions. Wrong. I suck at it. How can I be so sure of something for so long but not even know how I feel about it when the time comes to make a decision? It's a vicious cycle. I try to step back and analyze situations logically but it's impossible to make a good judgement when I am too freaked out to act normal. I am officially clueless.
On a brighter note, I finally ordered my Chacos- and I'm getting them for $54 instead of their original $95. Not that it matters, since mom and dad are paying for them, but I feel good whenever I save money. Now I can sport hiking sandals and nail polish on the same feet.
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