gripe/gratitude

I'm sick of:

-being so broke that a six-dollar meal is a splurge, so broke that I nearly have an anxiety attack when I open the electricity bill.
-inconsiderate drivers.
-being single and feeling like I'll never meet anybody that measures up to all my standards.
-living in a slum-ass apartment that leaks and has roaches and noisy drug dealer neighbors and a lawn that hasn't been mowed in months.
-my shitty procrastination/stress approach to school.
-my time being spoken for by schoolwork.
-waiting for Houston to end.


I'm grateful:

-that everything is temporary.
-that I have parents that help me out financially.
-for my creative gifts.
-for the Williams Prize.
-for everything I've learned the hard way.
-for my five years.
-for NYC and its buffet of men.
-for my travels, past and future.
-for my gorgeous, wonderful, generous friends.