Whooooooop de doo.

Oh, killing me softly and I'm still falling. Tralalalalala. I want to lay in my bed all day in fetal position with a box of tissues and endless Reality TV without commercials. That is what I would like to do with my life. For the time being, of course. A few weeks ago everything was quite rough, it just wasn't my time. Now, I'm managing better and you know what? Things that would have given me a panic attack last year, aren't too big of a problem right now. I don't know how to explain it, perhaps I'm getting better. I'm definitely gratuitous towards my the new crowd of people I've surrounded myself with. I can't ask for much more, (other than being PERFECTLY perfect) so I presume that leaves me to being happy with my life :)