I don’t fit in here.
I question everything.
I wish I had decided what I wanted to do when I was 19. If I try to live out my dreams I might miss my kids adolescence.
This ladies and gentlemen is the direct result of a proposal paper I wrote.
I wrote the paper for a douchbag. I get 0 credit and didn’t even know this had been installed.
Yes indeed. Sanitary water bottle refill station in the commons like they have in the REC, I was told my proposal was “unrealistic”.
Fucking hate 3/4 of the people in my program.
As Valentines month kicks off I think it should be said:
Fuck that holiday, give me the chocolate and GTFO.
I really want Dairy Queen or Sonic right now…
It’s out of control my desires…
I just mixed my coffee with hot chocolate mix. More then I should have.
My girls and I are sick, I let them pick the tv show, they chose iCarley, I could be doing other things but it’s cute and I’m tired so I’m actually enjoying it.
My house is a disaster zone, I think the only way it will ever be really clean again is if I get rid of the dogs and get a maid.
My favorite chair wore a hole in it this week. I may have cried about it, I may want to cry about it again now. :( its 7 years old and got high use… Can’t win them all?
I have an “ungraded” paper I need to turn in tomorrow.
But I have a migraine, and a fever, and PMS, and the paper is on Descarte.
It’s the perfect storm of “I don’t give a fuck”
I’m home with a sick kid today, can I please take a nap?