I’d like to file an official complaint against my brain
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I’d like to file an official complaint against my brain
I am a hot mess. I'm exhausted from work and football and want to somehow read my book every night, watch BB live feeds, Love Island UK, Love Island US, my other shows still airing and switch off and relax with Virgin River.
First world problems: I cleared a drawer for my drawing supplies but my coloured pencils don’t fit.
Thoughts in my head while writing an email:
Am I too formal? Or too casual?
What will they think when they read this?
Will they think that I'm so stupid that I can't even write an email?
What if I said something wrong and the get offended?
What if it goes to someone random by mistake and they send me an angry reply?
What if the recipient shows it to other people and they all laugh together at my mistakes?
What if I come across as arrogant or dimwitted or childish or....
Was that the correct word to use? Did I spell it right?
I can't believe something people do everyday can be so difficult. If you can write emails effortlessly, I applaud you.
The only down side of having 3 friends with benefits, is having to decide which one I’m going to booty call 😂
Aggressively wants to watch Netflix but doesn't want to stop listening to Fireproof
I need an epic McGee fanfic. I'm a hurt/comfort person, too. I write them sometimes, but I don't feel like writing, I feel like reading.
Lying on my couch, so comfortable, kicking back, Jehovah's witnesses come, ugh.