Sometimes everything in your life is just peachy keen. On a daily basis you’re able to declare, in a slightly dramatic, overly comedic manner (arms up in a broadway show kind of way), “EV-RY-THING’S COME-ING UP MIL-HOUSE!”. During these times the only person you have to look up to is yourself, because you’re awesome, and you’re just completely nailing it. Cheers to you, pat yourself on the back.
Other times you feel like Life has you in a headlock, and that 3 tiny little versions of the Greek fates are sucker punching you in the gut, biting your ankles, and kicking you behind the knee. I am currently in this headlock. It’s during times like these, when everything seems to be unravelling, that I think “Who could get themselves out of this situation? Who would know exactly what to do?”. The resounding answer is always the same: Rory Gilmore.
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