Spoiler alert: It didn’t make me happier.
Lately All My Conversations Are About How "I Hate Everything" And "Everything I Touch Turns to Sh*%!" Who Wants To Hang Out?
I actually had someone say to me once, "LOUISE, I'M GOING TO MICROWAVE YOUR FACE IF YOU DON'T QUIT YOUR BITCHING."
You hate your job, but aren’t even looking for a new one? You want to meet men, but refuse to join an online dating site? You’re upset with your weight, but won’t change your diet and exercise? I can’t help you. Only you can.
What began as a confession about my only-every-three-months mail-opening schedule turned into a post about the changing state of the US Postal Service. This is what I do, folks.