1 Thing Is Ruining My Life
Thursday is a great day to do that 1 thing you don’t want to do but also don’t want to continue thinking about doing.
My 1 Thing is well, to do every 1 Thing I have mentioned recently because I haven’t done any of them. The tank tops remain on my dresser. “What do we need to do for these?” Dustin asked me the other day. We need packing tape! He says the guy at the mail place will let you use his tape for one dollar. A dollar for a PIECE of tape? And yet I think this is very reasonable and generous of this guy. They wouldn’t do that for you at the post office. But then again a roll of tape costs like, $3 tops? And I feel like I buy a roll of this tape every time I go to ship something? And then what happens to it?
Let’s be honest I am not going to mail those tank tops anytime soon. They are XL and I thought my boobs were XL now but I guess they are just L. Maybe the solution is to gain 10 lbs, so I won’t have to go to the post office. This may be the only 1 Thing I ever actually do.
Okay no my 1 Thing is to PAY RENT. Sign a check and walk down the hallway and put it in my landlord’s mailbox. I believe in myself. Or I believe that a week from now Dustin will do it when our landlord knocks on our door and asks where the rent is.