I had a pleasantly surprising moment today. Was talking to my friend Matthew at work when all of a sudden he said "I don't think we can be friends anymore because you have a perfect life and mine is crap."
After a moments stunned silence I asked him how he reached the conclusion that my life is perfect.
He told me that I have loads of great friends, I'm a good writer and I have a perfect boyfriend (which
mrthursday will no doubt be pleased to hear)
It funny but I never really thought of it before. I spend so much time complaining about what's BAD in my life that I never stop to look at the good stuff. I feel pretty lucky right now.
Oh, and I just explained to
matty_moos how me and Rob got together and he's decided we're a cliched romantic comedy. Good or bad? You decide