Z is for Zeal

bbook:

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives and to the good life, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”

(via drownthefishsticks)

After last night, I desperately yearn for a Guyanese friend to read my grocery lists.

Life can be a drag at times

drag it

keep dragging

but if you make a note

to pick up your feet

every once in a while

you might find

you are in control

you might find

it easier as you wrangle

and reclaim your life once again

And because I really feel as though women might just be better multi-taskers than most men. Just through observations. My mom will be in the kitchen cooking dinner (rare these days), talking on the phone, and painting the ceiling. All at the exact same time. It’s amazing. Whereas I need all concentration and complete and utter silence in order to cook eggs. It’s kind of pathetic actually. I don’t really get it though. I try to do all things at once, and I get overwhelmed and want to throw my phone at my assistant’s head. Now, I don’t really have an assistant (obviously), but I imagine that’s the reason why people with assistants end up throwing their phones at their assistants.