Letters To Life : The “I-have-too-much-crap-going-on-right-now-to-write-anything-coherent” Edition March 28, 2012Posted by jeneypeney in all growed up, grad school, in it to gym it, insanity, letters, life, weddng madness.
No, I am not going to freak out over the wedding stuff you keep bringing up. I WILL freak out over you continuously telling me not to freak out.
All my love,
Please take a chill pill, woman
As much as I am looking forward to you, I need the honeymoon more.
Vegas was a better idea
I underestimated you. You are infinitely more difficult to complete when I am working full time. And planning a wedding. I concede defeat.
I’m never getting my degree
Dear grad school,
Ho-lee shit, dude.
I’m not in undergrad anymore, Toto.
Dear Calf Muscles,
Get your shit together and quit cramping up on me after a measly mile.
There are not enough bananas and pickle juice in this world
Just get your shit together.
Blogging is not productive