when life gives you a jeffrey...

If you've seen 'Get Him to the Greek', you'll understand the reference of the 'jeffrey'. However, for those who've never seen it, a 'jeffrey' is, as said by Aldous Snow, "It's mostly weed, with a bit of opium as well... ground-up E's... heroin... chlorox...". It's a drug neapolitan, composed of so many different drugs, your mind will be fucking itself crazy. 


Why I decided to name my blog "when life slips you a jeffrey..." relates to how we go about living our days. Let's say a 'jeffrey' is a pharmacology final, for which you have no idea WTF you're studying and you might as well quit and accept that you won't pass the class. When life slips you a jeffrey, stroke the furry wall. <-- the fuck does this mean? you may ask. Just means, don't worry, everything will be alright, hakuna matata.. that kind of thing. In the case of the pharmacology final, stroke the furry wall. Don't worry about it. In fact, do what you can to your knowledge and let it take its course. Which I did. Ended up with a B- in the class. Well whaddya know?? haha.


I live my life one day at a time. I experience enough hardship to tell myself that life simply isn't fair, but what you make of it, is what counts. You can spend your days complaining about how the waiter took 10 minutes to come by and take your order or how you don't know how you're gonna live without a pair of shoes, or you can simply take it in, along with its flaws, and enjoy it. There's a reason why I never order a skinny half-caf latte from starbucks. 1) it's too damn complicated, 2) what is the exact benefit of a skinny half-caf latte to your body? 3) keep it simple stupid. Keep things simple and maybe you'll enjoy life a little bit more. 


DDGW