If I had a nickel for every minute of the day I feel anxious, I’d have a lot of fucking nickels. It would be a pain in the ass to have that many nickels to roll. I would roll them though. I’d roll them and take them straight to the bank — and then I would quit my job.
I’m pretty sure if it weren’t for men and money, I wouldn’t even have an anxiety disorder. Money itself doesn’t cause me anxiety, but the lack of it sure does. Where as DICKs themselves don’t cause me anxiety, but having dick causes me nothing but stress. I really don’t know why or how men do it, but they sure know how to fuck with my head.
All I need to do is win the lottery, and stop dating men…. problem solved. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m in a bit of a mood. Work and a certain man have been the shits this week, and it’s only Tuesday. I am to blame for the man issue. I am a sucker for punishment, and I keep taking him back. Work, on the other hand, is not something I can control. At least not the issue I’m dealing with currently. The best I can do is take a deep breath and power through.
On that note, I’m going to tidy up my desk, go for a run, and then go for a beer with my bud. I’m not sure how I’d manage if it weren’t for exercise and alcohol. Here’s hoping for a better hump day.