Third Annual Clottiversary
It’s easy to complain about life, because shit can get hard sometimes. It’s like, man, my love life is in shambles because dating mustachioed cyborgs isn’t that rewarding and I owe back taxes for 400 years and I have this wedgie that I cannot pick out for the life of me; literally, it’s like it’s glued in or something. I get that. Those are all terrible things.
But you know what? They’re only as terrible as you let them be. It’s easy to bemoan the difficulties of life, because complaining is fun (Seriously, ask any of my friends. I like complaining a lot), but when you actually mean the complaints you make as opposed to complaining about dumb things like having to put on sneakers to work out or then having to put your flip flops back on, you’re just making your own life a little…
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