building a roof in heels

Making a habit and sticking to it is a harder thing for Americans to do than rounding your order up for the dying kids. I am the ambassador for giving up on whatever goal you have set up for yourself. To be honest the reason I usually give up is always valid. Maybe I will find a new goal. Maybe that new goal is in bed with me as we speak. Whatever the reason, I always look back and realize that it would have been nice to achieve that goal I had set for myself. Each day I wake up and tell myself I will eat only fruits and lentils. Then I realize ice cream sandwiches pair perfectly with those food groups. By the end of the day my stomach full with ice, cream and maybe one lentil. I then go to sleep perfectly aware that I’m a failure. That doesn’t stop me. The next day I try to start a roofing company. I realize that all roofs are, are tiles or slats or whatever roofs are created from. I can probably do it.. in my heels. I, like Beyonce, can do anything better when I’m in heels. But I was wrong. When I was done with my first roof I didn’t do it that much better, cause of all the holes from my heels. And I kept falling off the roof too. And even though none of that ever happened I still gave up. Maybe goals need to be more achievable. I want to be a better typer, because I’m in public right now typing with one finger at a time. Some people are able to type double the amount I am because they know exactly where each of the keys are and  where to place their fingers to get there quickest. Sometimes I can’t find a certain letter and I will search the back of the computer trying to find it. Like maybe the “x” is in a secret compartment to save space. So typing could be new goal for me to give up on. Or I could just go back to the old pen and paper stuff and work on my hand writing, cause My b’s look like w’s somehow and my u’s look like Abraham Lincoln. Reading something I wrote on paper is like trying to decipher pig latin. Learning pig latin could be another goal of mine since I never know what people are saying in pig latin, and I always think it’s about me. Even when it’s used in a show I think the characters are secretly gossiping about me. Cutting through all the bullshit, though.  Typing is a dead art, and they hardly even make paper anymore to write on. The only thing important in today’s changing world is speaking things into an AI system. Yesterday I was trying to find a new hobby and I was asking AI to give me one. They taught me about traveling and in the end they said we were friends and they were my assistant. I thought assistants were only for rich people and friends were for gay guys. Technology is cool.