I suppose Jack Johnson designed the phrase..."Sitting, Waiting, Wishing..."
Today, I despise you Mr. Johnson. Because, well...Sitting, Waiting and Wishing kinda sucks. The only calories I'm burning take place when I cannot resist unlocking my phone or turning the light on to see if I've received a new text. Soon, I'm afraid...my left pointer finger might get a blister from doing exactly this, alot of times over and over, in the equivalent of about 3.2 seconds. Who the hell am I? When did I become "THAT girl"...????
Could you not have said something like..."Frolicking, Moving Forward and Creating Your Own Destiny? (a.k.a NOT being a bum, making excuses, feeling sorry for yourself & wishing for crap out of your control!) That may have sent a different message Jack..., just sayin'.
Between hormones, mixed emotions about everything and everyone, feeling a twinkle of delight when dabbling in danger and the great fear of the unknown or what lives in there, I'm detecting a slight case of crazy coming on!~!~!~! I hear crazy people are more colorful though..., maybe I'll start to glow in the dark. coooool!
I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR. But....in the meantime, I will find lyrical antibiotics for all of the disease in my head.
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