This made me snicker aloud for a least 10 seconds. Sloths are always smiling, and you should be, too :).
(Source: ripplings)
Time, Time, Time
I rarely blog anymore, and I barely apologize for it. I barely have enough time to go on the computer anymore. I check Tumblr as a chore, as I do Twitter. I have “time”, but I choose to spend that precious free time otherwise. I fear that when if I get a full-time salary job, that I won’t have any time to do any of the many, many, many MANY things that I want to accomplish. I’m, literally, afraid of the future. I’m so afraid that I won’t have enough time for things that I’m afraid to watch any new TV shows, play any new games, or even find new interests. Well, not necessarily find new interests, but you get the point. I constantly wish for more hours in the day. I’m starting to lose touch with the things that I’ve once wanted the most. My priorities and indecisiveness-levels are off the charts. As always, there is a LOT more that could be said, but like every Friday, I have a 12-hour shift, standing all day, bartending, with no break. My so-called “weekends” are more like “workends”, (OH, SNAP!). I need a “To-Do List”, and I NEED to stick to it. I’m quite proud of my use of the strikeout in “when”; the italicizing and bolding was a little unnecessary.
Love always, Ondew
If Michael Bay were in the room with me when I saw this, we would look at each other, give each other an exploding high five and yell “LET’S DO THIS SHIT!”
(Source: heltarez)
