feeling down in the dumps for no good reason

I’m motherfucking grateful that I actually have the free time to get infected with ennui.

I hate not knowing what I’m doing. I wish it were like The Matrix where you could just insert the chip containing the knowledge you require.

I’m motherfucking grateful that I don’t know it all. It’d be sixth grade all over again. And we all know how well that went.

people calling me names on the internet

I’m motherfucking grateful that strangers on the internet even know who the fuck I am. It’s only when you feel truly loved, and worthy of love, that you can put yourself out there. Thanks Mom and Dad.

I am motherfucking grateful for my fluffy, purring alarm clock. Hard to wake up grumpy when Cute Overload is all up in your grill.

I am motherfucking grateful for all the people in my life who encourage me to feel the fear and do it anyway.

my fucking cat ate *yet another* iphone headset

I’m motherfucking grateful for my cat’s non-verbal communication skills. It’s so sweet that she wants me to stay off the phone while driving.

OMFG WORK. I feel like I haven’t left my desk in 12 hours. Because I haven’t.

I’m seriously motherfucking grateful that my parents instilled me with a strong work ethic and the confidence to start my own business. If I need a break, all I have to do is, ahem, ask my boss.

I love my boyfriend, but every time he spends the weekend at my house, the place is always wrecked. it takes hours to get everything back in order.

I’m motherfucking grateful to have found someone who fills my life with love, fun and laughter. Otherwise I’d only have my OCD to cuddle with.

downstairs neighbors who complain about the noise despite the fact that I have lots of carpets, don’t wear shoes in the apartment, and my kids are asleep by 8 pm

I’m motherfucking grateful for city living. The more people I live with and around, the better I appreciate human nature – and top floor flats.

pretentious Napa Valley f@cks

I am grateful for the obscure and hyperbolic vocabulary of the culinary elite. One man’s malapropism is another man’s amuse bôuche.