Miss me? I’m sure.
Some of you may know, I am gearing up to move (yes, again). To the best of my ability, I intend to make this my last move before any major life changes [enter husband]. No, I do not want to move again because moving sucks balls. However, while I enjoy the convenience of crawling back from the bars, I do not enjoy the thousands of people who live in each of these city blocks. Blah blah blah. You’ve all heard it. I’ve ranted and raved about the city and how much I dislike it. So, I’m moving on. Quite literally.
I gave notice to my landlord two days ago. My grand scheme is as follows:
I found this post on secrets fascinating!
It is unfortunate I know all of you too well to really divulge much of a secret but I’ll do my best:
Sometimes I want to beat my dog. Not like punch her but I mean beat her senseless. Mostly just on those days when I am super tired, just walk in the door from being out for way too many hours, let her out of her kennel and she goes nuts, bat shit nuts, jumping around, running fast and the PLOW. Hits me in the face with her damn paws and her sharp nails because my beast friend Tammy still has my damn nail clippers and I feel like my face will start bleeding. I want to kill her. Instead, I grab her firmly and growl, then I kill her with kindness—the smother snuggle—she HATES it…my way of getting back at her.
There are always great dreams, bad dreams and weird dreams. My favorites are the really bizarre, filled with twisted plots, friends and family members combined in the strangest combinations and persona-morphism (individuals morphing into a totally separate person). However, the weird ones are worst. The ones where men morph to women or visa versa—especially while making out with them. Then you’re just like WTF when you wake up (unless you are really into that sort of thing in real life, “not that there’s anything wrong with that”). Luckily, these are rare!
Money is my number 1 stressor. When money is rolling in and my bills are covered +much savings, I am doing well. When things are tight and I’m concerned about not making ends meet, I am super stressed and possibly a little depressed. Example: the last two weeks I had a planned (fiscally and physically speaking) trip to Mexico, I went on a desperation shopping spree because all of my clothes are crappy and, in the name of business growth, I needed new clothes, THEN my truck’s front tires were making a funny noise and cost me $1100. w00t.
Now it’s your turn. Post something I don’t know about you!
I am doing my best to keep my ish together. Trying.
Inside? It looks like this:
OOOOHMYEFFINGGOSHHHHHH8*#@)!@(#7531129*(&*(&^!@#(*LQJKJH(*@Q*&@!^#&%R!@*E(W*D!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve been preppin’ the platter: tanning, waxing and soon, a hair cut! There is nothing like a tan ass and a smooth punket! What?! What?!
My last few weeks have been a lil crazy. I’ve been working hard wrapping up my current projects so that I could spend the next two weeks worry free. From this Tuesday to the next I will be on the shores of Meheeco drinking margaritas. Once I am back, I will be working on my business: redesigning my website, coming up with a marketing strategy, figuring out how I will hire an employee, etc. I don’t really know what I am doing but am exciting to give it a whirl!
So, today marks vacay, day 1.