Purple Tinted Glasses

I feel like every waking hour that I have not been at my day job, I have been doing something for everyone and anyone except myself. Call me selfish… but if I have to spend one more minute on something as thankless and hateful as it can be some times, I might just break down. It’s not all thankless and it’s not all hateful. I just hate it right now because it keeps boomeranging back to me. I just can’t seem to get rid of it. Sorry Jack, that I keep forgetting to even send you a txt msg to say Happy Birthday. This is why.

That’s one.

I am also addicted to good tasting, bad for you food. I’m tired of being heart healthy. I’m tired of not seeing results. I want a gallon of ice cream on top of a whole white pizza with Tomatoes from Slice and my ranch dressing to dip it in - on top of a gross of crunchy rolls from ShoGun and I want to wash it down with a big ol’ fat juicy rare steak - then I want to pick my teeth with pasta doused in Alfredo sauce.

That’s two.

The house, the one that I’m trying to sell… I can’t keep it clean to save my life. I get home, I dump where I’m standing, I pick up as much as I can and I can’t find places for everything else. My mom cleaned my house this weekend and then I couldn’t find anything because it wasn’t on the floor. My bathroom light hasn’t worked for over a week now and everyone who said they can try to fix it hasn’t even attempted.

That’s three.

My knee hurts a little. Enough to where walking down stairs can only be done one at a time.

That’s four… even though it could give me a break from number one.

And lastly, I’m just so freaking tired. I can’t keep my mind on work. I’m ready to move into the new house. I’m ready to be out of the old house. What sucks the most is all this complaining and I don’t really have any problems in the world and I feel guilty for feeling so pressured because of my insignificant “problems”. I have a job, I can afford to eat something every day, I have a car and friends, and most importantly… I have family that loves me and a boyfriend that tells me not to push my luck.

My biggest problem is having too many friends and too much family time that my calendar never seems to free up. Like this weekend… I thought I didn’t have anything to do. Friday night is suddenly two things (I need to pick one), Saturday is suddenly two things (in addition to the one I already do anyway). Sunday will probably turn into a disaster filled with fun and games and drinking.

So… yeah, no problems here.