Then I chickened out because I don’t like conflict and this feels very conflicty-ish, and then I realized that just because I don’t like conflict doesn’t mean I can’t handle conflict or that I have to back away from conflict.
I’ve been working my ass off these last few weeks.
Now I’m calling this our stupid diet. Our stupid, lying diet.
He needs me to be successful in the old-fashioned sense of: I’m actually making money, damned good money, enough-to-pay-the-bills-and-then-some-kind-of-money.
Friday • It snowed yesterday. I know it’s pretty and everything, but, you know, if I was meant to live in freakin’ cold weather and enjoy pretty winter scenery, I would have been born north of the D/FW area.