Sanna

I don’t like feeling stupid, I don’t like stumbling along in my expression. I know many people who appear to be more intelligent than they actually are simply by having confidence in themselves – a friend of mine can sometimes come up with utter crap as if it were the unquestionable truth, despite it really only being a(n attention-seeking?) guess. Alas I am never sure enough, or quick enough, for rebuttal. Irks me no end.

So I suppose in a way I really want to gain confidence in me, my abilities. So the next time someone fakes intelligence, I can put them back in their box in a most humiliating display of verbal acrobatics.

Bwahahahahaa…

Is it wrong to panic about wrinkles at 23? People tell me I have nice skin, and I kind of believe them, but I know it won’t always be the case. Besides, I deserve a bit of pampering.

I know it’s not hard to pick up after oneself, to vacuum occasionally and to take the washing out as soon as it’s done, but somehow I cant. Maybe it’s genetically impossible for me, it’s like a domestic disability which makes me a complete failure as a woman.