November, please don’t end.

Day 66. A Sunday. Deadlines suck.

Every time I have watched Devil wears Prada, three life-lessons have happened:

  1. I want to live some place where I can wear boots.
  2. My decision to quit my previous job is validated – that’s not the life I wanted.
  3. I want to be my own Miranda Priestly.

For some reason each of these points seem to contradict each other and become quite illogical as a whole. Thus reinforcing my belief that life lessons are not only ridiculous they are redundant.

So, I’m going to be kind to myself and extend my deadline.

Incase you’re wondering what I’m fussing about read this.