Tagged: anxiety
Don’t Worry, Be Happy
It may have come to your attention that I can be a little neurotic. I like to think that it’s the charming kind of neurotic, sort of like Woody Allen but with less “married to my adopted daughter”, which obviously would never happen because a) it’s creepy and b) I still have commitment issues.
Woody and I do, however, share an excellent taste in corrective lenses.
Planet Earth is Blue and There’s Nothing I Can Do
I have my less-than-impressive surface area and X chromosomes to thank for my low alcohol tolerance. It’s not like I can put “holding my liquor” on a resume or impress my parents with it– but it would be nice to be less of a goober about it.
I should probably stop drinking out of glasses bigger than I am.
Listful Thinking 