I am in need of happy thoughts. I need anything and everything that would make me happy.

Long story short, this month has been a disaster at work. I officially give up on trying to make things happen. I have no chance in hell to make it, especially now.

So, why bother.

Oh well..

It’s not like I am going anywhere for the next three months.¬†Might as well enjoy the ride with all its bumps and all that.

Mostly cause I need the money, and second cause I need the money. Yep, I want a big bed for us all to sleep in it. I want to take that Cambridge exam, and even enroll in foreign language courses. I want to buy nice clothes for myself. I want to buy nice clothes for Johnny. I want us to live a comfortable life.

Compared to all my dreams and ambitions (small as they may be), eight hours a day seem insignificant.

After all, how can I be upset when I have my guys at home.

I cannot stay mad when Pluto smiles from every inch of his furry body.

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Even on Marlanu’ who always sleeps on my stuff.

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Or when I have Johnny that always waits for me at home with little surprises (usually good food, that does the trick after a long day). Having happy thoughts is not hard for me. I am surrounded by so many good things, that it should be a crime to stay upset or worry about anything.