Nothing makes me gag faster then a syrupy declaration about how fabulous ones life is. Can life be good...of course it can. Especially if you add naps & chocolate chip cookies to the mix. But for some of us (dare I say most of us) life is like dredging through the muck of broke faith, heartbreak & indigestion. The goal in life is to turn your face towards the sun & hope it will warm your blood just enough to loosen that thick glob of depression, to propel you off the couch & catapult you into doing something (anything!) good.

Or we can sit back & realise other people suck more then you do. Immature? Well duh. Satisfying...hellya!

So here's to you Misses crochet-your-children's-shoes-out-of-homemade-paper- w/ sprinkles! We are sick of you & your false sense of all is well. You are a liar! We are on to you! We say, no more! No more guilt! No more jealousy! We will embrace our mediocre life, our angry outbursts & our leaky gut syndrome! But we will be big girls & try (when we are heavily drugged) to see the beauty in your absurd crafts, happy handwriting & Joker-esc smiles. We are willing to learn from you. We will take what works for us & leave the rest. Do you dare learn from us?

Show me your talents & I'll show you mine!