Talking to Susan always makes me feel more balanced.
I can call her crying, professing my complete and utter idiocy, psychotic tendencies, and general inability to cope with life, yet in a few minutes she’ll have me at least quiet and able to listen. Give her a few more minutes, and she’ll have me seeing things as they actually are.

The best part is that, since she’s Susan, I know that she really would tell me if I was being crazy.

Thank you Susan.

When something bothers me, first I talk about it with the source, then I generally have some patience at first, but if nothing changes I start getting sassy.

And I know that doesn’t help anything- it does just the opposite, but it’s just an emotional response because I’m hurt or confused by the continued behaviour.

Slept horribly and then woke all the way up at 5.

Need. Caffeine.

I apologise to all the class of 2013-ers who may be offended by my opinion of their graduation year.

Hopefully y’all are more creative than me and can think of a better slogan than “We’re unlucky.”