LOL MAKING HUGE LIFE CHANGING DECISIONS BEFORE I EVEN PUT PANTS ON
Mr. Little and I want to go the beach. I know it’s not Thursday but deal with my throwbacking.
My dad just called my brother a bitch.
Well, he said that my dogs probably want to mark my brother as their bitch.
Either way, my dad said bitch when referring to my brother.
This idiot has a death wish. Saddest Retriever.(Denying him chili peppers is the humane thing to do, right? Because giving it to him IS animal cruelty, riiight? No matter how funny it might be?)
I know he wants to chase rabbits but don’t know why his body looks so weird.
this is a picture of me diana took that sort of explains my entire f—ing life.
Teaching yourself new ways to battle anxiety is as physically taxing as any workout is.
Well, at least as taxing as the workouts I was subjected to in high school P.E. … the workouts that had to be watered down for me because my heart rate would shoot up to 180. LOL good times.
But since my anxiety sometimes manifests physically exclusively, I have to try to teach my body to calm it the f— down. Rational thought process bullshit alone won’t cut it.
Am I an adult now?