Guess What? I Have A Life Coach. Guess What? I Don't Think I Want One

Ever have a life coach? You know, someone who tells you things you don't want to hear, but need to know. Someone who checks tactfulness at the door in order to make you a better person? Someone who bullies you in order to help you become the best you possible?

I have a life coach. A self-appointed and completely unsolicited life coach.

You know her as Tata.

Obviously. I mean really, who else could it be?

Who else but T would ask me 'You going to do something with that zit on your chin before or after it gets big enough to have it's own zip code?'

See? Life coach.

According to my life coach, my recent blog posts have been unimpressive. They've lacked a certain 'interesting' quality. And I need to kick them up a notch.

Her most recent text:

I know my more recent posts haven't been that exciting, but I didn't think they had been too bad, considering it's winter and I find winter completely uninspiring. Perhaps T is just a little upset that I didn't give her a decent birthday gift last week. I tried to make it up to her by texting her a picture of what I wanted to get her.

Behold:

I give you leopard print stretch jeans from Target. I think they are lovely. Notice the sheen? You just don't see that kind of sheen on jeans very often.

Her response?

Set a goal to go on tour as a Bananarama cover band. I'd like to think that any and all blog posts stemming from going on tour with my friends as a Bananarama cover band would be (at the very least) exciting.

More interesting and exciting blog posts were kinda T's point in yesterday's text.

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