I'm warning you, go ahead and do, the crazy, messed-up things that you do.

I cannot wait for some things to be over. perhaps going through them isn't as bad as the anticipation, with the prospects of failing miserably constantly looming somewhere in my mind. I've had a good, challenging week. I had plenty of good times, moments to worry over, occasions worth celebrating. bad days to forget, or at least, deny. this week I realised you can't please everyone, and you shouldn't have to because sometimes, the world really does only revolve around you.

I think I like looking at the good part of my days first, before bitching relentlessly about everything else that went wrong subsequently. perhaps this will help me move along maturely over the next few days. they will be Shit I tell you, I can already smell it.

anyway, on a different- perhaps even clever- note, my parents bought a new sofa set today. which is smart, because now when I come home I sigh happily about how gorgeous it is, instead of staring at the walls and curtains and wonder why Life can be so fugly.

this weekend, I hope we all give each other a deserving break. not in the form of broken hearts and promises, but a precious hour somewhere during Saturday or Sunday to just devote time and space to yourself, and only yourself. this resting period is usually directly proportionate to how hard you've worked, so no, please do not reward yourself with Happy Hour if Lazy Pompous Ass is your middle name.

however, should it be that there isn't enough time and space to go around, I call for dibs.