I'm Realising Now That I Can't Just

I'm Terrible With My Workout Regime And Following It Strictly. I'm Terrible With A Healthy Diet And Following It Strictly. I'm Terrible On The Weekends About Getting Up At Reasonable Hours And All Of Those Things. But, When It Comes To My Work And The Discipline It Takes To Get To Work On Time - I Hate Unprofessionalism.

I Don't Have A Lot Of Discipline.

My Mother Is A Realist, And She's Had Biological And Adoptive Children, And She Said It's No Different: No Matter What, They're Putting A Stranger Into Your Arms. You Don't Know Them Yet.

I've Had Paranoid Panic Attacks.

I Lived In A Town Called New Canaan, Which Is Just Outside Of Connecticut, Where They Are Far Too Snobby To Even Mention Celebrities. Many American Towns Are Famous For Things Like, "see The World's Largest Ball Of String!" I Think My Town's Would Probably Have To Be "most Pretentious People".