A tattoo of a name tag is better than a name tag

My whole life has been one big dirty win..that is, more than I ever deserved; and while I’ll gladly take it, I yearn for the days when I really took it all for granted and my expectations were so high that I fully thought a coronation at westminster abbey was definitely in the cards…

Nowadays, I view it more as a miracle and something to be very thankful for…which bugs me to no end.  I hate being appreciative and owing anybody…whether a heavenly body or body of water…regardless the body of proof conclusive points to me being a lucky so and so; and so much so that I now just wait around for things to fall onto my lap which bugs me in a proactive way.

‘Counting your blessings’ is an optimist’s scorecard, and deep down under this jaded hardshell there must be a spoiled optimist scurrying about thinking “life owes me something, so it’d better be good”.