The fact of the matter is that we have made it this far. Despite the parade of disappointments and disillusionments with the world, despite our self-inflicted list of self-complaints about how we've slipped up, we are doing pretty darn well. Despite the nauseating bail-out requests, unaccounted for funds, Blackwater killings, Maul Mart deaths, and governor arrests by the F.B.I., we are still keepin' on keepin' on. If weight gain is the extent of our problems, then we are pretty blessed.
and i do love oprah
i would like to join a gym here. i can't afford it, so i need to make myself exercise anyway. and i need to give up the smoking. for good. and i need to, and i need to, and ... dammit i AM pretty blessed. i need to tell the voice inside my head to pipe down instead of berating me constantly.
give me a break self.
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