Work, Bitch.

I'm all for some instant gratification. I refuse to cook things unless they're in the microwave, I prefer blowjobs over sex, and I google plots to movies so I know how it ends. I've never been one to sit back and enjoy the ride. I've also never been one to take the time to fulfill any of my actual wants that take time.

Today in the shower it occurred to me just how much I sell myself short. Like, I've been having an on going internal battle in my head about wanting to buy a car. I need one, obviously (don't sell your car on an impulse kids) but the idea of the fact that I'm not going to instantly be able to get one has me wanting to forgo any effort in trying to get one. Okay. So I won't be able to save 2500 (my current budget) instantaneously, it doesn't mean that I can't save it at all. 

Another thing is my weight. I'm simply tired of being fat. I've quit diets because I don't lose 20 pounds every week and there is no way possible to instantly shed 300 pounds. Simply because of that doesn't mean that I can't put in the effort every day and that eventually I'll lose 300 pounds. 

This blog sucks, but I feel like I needed to get it out.

N