I have my moments sometimes: moments where I feel suddenly unhappy, as if nothing is going right. Honestly, though, everything is going right. Really. Truly. My life is everything that I want it to be. I’m happy. I’m satisfied.
I enjoy waking up in the morning. I have no problem looking in the mirror. I have every person in my life that I want to be there, and no longer have to deal with the ones that I don’t. My past doesn’t bother me. My life is on track. It’s great. Living in my own apartment. Engaged to my best friend/other half. Financially stable. College: full ride. Maintaining a 4.0. All’s well.
:)
I don’t know why I make an effort to talk to my family members. I either end up having someone try to pawn their problems off on me, being complained to, being ignored completely, etc. Why bother?
I cannot fake a Southern accent worth anything. It’s actually hilariously bad. That’s how extreme my Michigan accent is. I just tried and ended up sounding like I’m from Minnesota.
I made enchiladas for dinner. I decided we’d both eat two each, so that I could have some for lunch tomorrow (there are 6 total). While I had my back turned, Rob cut one in half, and when I turned around, he tried to give me this speech about how he had to eat a third enchilada because it was injured and had to be taken out of its misery. What am I marrying?
I have no idea why Rob is even with me, let alone engaged to me, because I am the worst. I’m so bad that it’s comical.
I’m going to start charging zoo admission to my apartment.
For $8.00, you can:
Going to go ahead and kill myself because I cried at the end of Epic Mickey.
Too soft 2 live.
Let me explain to you what I just came home to:
I left the t-shirt on top of his cage. Cas apparently pulled the t-shirt through the top of the cage, carried it down to the lowest level, took it over to the corner that he uses to go to the bathroom, and set it there. He then proceeded to shit all over it.
He did not like the t-shirt.
Rob and I are getting a dog! We’ve been looking at a few different local shelters to find the perfect addition to our little family. No decisions yet, but we’re getting there. We might wait for PetSmart to have an adoption event… or the anticipation might kill us. Not sure yet!
Got this for Cas today. He loves the ship, but he will NOT wear that shirt. He’d rather try to eat it.
