…er…perspectival?
Watch this video. I'll refer to it later. But please come back to my blog…although I'll totally understand if you just go on to watch the best Scrubs moments. There are always people in worse situations than you and it's instances like the following little (probably overly exaggerated) anecdote that reminds me. A few weeks' ago I went shopping with my mate Jess. I am a terrible shopper. I hate it. So, she often has to bribe me with, "Come shopping with me? I'll buy you dinner?" Waiting for payday and with $12.28 in my bank account with my gym membership (an ambitious $15.95) to come out the following day, I felt I had no choice but to willingly oblige to a free feed, oh and of course Jess' delightful company. My step-mum has had to do the same in the past when it's come to shopping: "Come to Bunnings, I'll buy you an ice cream!!!!?!!!???" "No!!!!! ……Hang on…what sort of ice cream?" I like to think my disli