I’m motherfucking grateful that I actually have the free time to get infected with ennui.
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.
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’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.
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’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.
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.
I am grateful for the obscure and hyperbolic vocabulary of the culinary elite. One man’s malapropism is another man’s amuse bôuche.