Gratitude

It is difficult to explain how, or why, or when gratitude comes. Sometimes we try to force gratitude on ourselves. Sometimes other people try to force it on us. But it cannot be coerced. It will not come from pretending. It will not come from telling ourselves that some people are worse off than we are. But it does come. And, when it comes, it breaks through our pain and surprises us with joy.

Dale and Juanita Ryan

NACR Daily Medidations

Tuesday Mornings with Elaine

Elaine says:

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SHIT LAAAAAAAAAAA

jasmine says:

can u still change the whole thing

Elaine says:

can u tell me something great about love

hahaha

im just so ARGH already

jasmine says:

the greatest thing about love, is that jerks like xxx will never understand it.

Elaine says:

THANK YOU.

jasmine says:

HAHAHAHHAHA

write it from a bitter ex pov?

hahaha

that you’re envying the whole chunk of poem u have

give it a lil twist

Elaine says:

im thinking

hahaha

I WANNA LAUGH OK AT MY SILLINESS

im like “WHATS WRONG WITH ME”

HAHAHAHA

when i rewatched my halfway done video

jasmine says:

starring me.

Elaine says:

i need leonard’s creative juice

jasmine says:

bring a juicer to his house

Elaine says:

and blend some of his brain into blender

so wat u doing today?

jasmine says:

nothing

except dance prac at night

supposed to do MC

Elaine says:

then?

jasmine says:

i’m 900 words done does that raise your stress level

Elaine says:

no not really

HAHAHHA

tell me that on thurs night

jasmine says:

today is chillax day

Elaine says:

miserableeeeeee

jasmine says:

sleep is fun

Elaine says:

no surprisingly i dont find sleep fun for today ahhaha

Kisskissbangbang says:

see my new name

AHAHAA

 

Argh

First, a dog. Then buckets of water left around for mosquitoes to breed. Dishes, undone. Noise at night. Unthrown rubbish. DOG POO in the toilet, MY toilet. AND SMOKING IN THE HOUSE. They’ve never smoked inside before.

I want to move out already who wants to buy my cloth wardrobe (it’s baby pink!) and my table. The nightmares of roommates are coming back and my blood pressure is rising and I can’t sleep and I don’t want to use the dog poo toilet and I have work to do and my mum is certainly gonna call me if she reads this arghhhhh!!!

But I’ve lived here a year and a half, and I’ve been 95% happy. So…more than I could’ve hoped for.

Now I have to get past that mental hurdle and go into the dog poo toilet.