Positivity

Since the last post, I've been doing this focusing on the positive stuff.
Trying to only think of the good things.
Not letting stupid shit get me down.

But I think people who appear always happy are probably the most mentally fucked.
We need sadness in our lives. We need drama. We need memories of all those trains that have passed us by.

I got a new tattoo and of course when I leave I find someone stole an integral part of my bicycle that would need to be replaced before I could ride it.
Then I find out the tattoo is a lot more painful than I thought (it's quite large and colorful.).
Then I get two flats in two days on my other bicycle.
Then we lose our hot water for a day.
Then I notice that a car accident plus thanksgiving plus tattoo = no working out = chubby me.
And now I see photos of the only boy I will never get over appearing very happy on a vacation with the girl he is now dating.

So my good friend who writes the blog I Am Chicago posted this little gem.

I must have watched it at least 7 times by now.
And I downloaded her album.

I feel a lot happier but only because her sad, soulful voice gets to sing for my sadness and depression. So I continue to think of going to Kuma's for dinner tomorrow, visiting a friend in Milwaukee, and my upcoming staycation.

I highly recommend you check out Sia's album, "Some People Have Real Problems."
Download that before you download Britney Spear's "Circus".
or get both at the same time.
hey, two birds.