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.

My worldview today… One wants a walk the other doesn’t.

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?