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I'm leaving on a jet plane don't know when I'll be back again, wait yes I do. However I can LJ from the sunny beach's of Puerto Vallarta if I wanted too, and I may if I have a drunken moment to stop and sputter forth something that reasembles a journal entry even it is to just rant about the heat, or cause in my drunken stuppors I do tend to get a little home sick.
I am counting the sleeps till )"exitous movement for the da people's")oh yeah where was I? oh hehehe/still counting though cause I'm a spase and crazy about getting the fuck out of here. I so just need to escape, and ya I can admit I'm running away from several things like:
*psyco In-laws who since I've give up on trying to associate with since x-mas time have completely turned things around and now I'm the "all wrong control freak with the problem, who stole their precious boy away"(holy fuck, talk about messed up simpleton country bumpkin's, what kinda dipshitmaniadidImarryinto????).
*Work did I cover the sick twisted shit going on around there right now? coocoo. I sooooo still love my job however.
*My friends... well after last year I just don't know who I really know anymore, maybe it is just time to let things be instead of trying to hang onto something that doesn't exist anymore, sit back and let people go despite how much it will hurt, and how hard it would be.
*The fact that my upstairs bathroom is still not done, I just realized the other day it's going on like 2yrs it's been torn apart for, I've so banned the husband person from any more home reno's for the rest of the year after it's done, chances are we won't be here more than another year or two, so I'm really not worried.
*The # reason to run away, I really have make the decision over the next couple of wks if this is going to be the year start popping kids out or am I going to start working on my psych degree as planned. Oh decisions decisions.
I'm going to start the sleep of the seventh night of the count down.
Stay posted what's next? what to pack... EVERYTHING DAMNIT.
I am counting the sleeps till )"exitous movement for the da people's")oh yeah where was I? oh hehehe/still counting though cause I'm a spase and crazy about getting the fuck out of here. I so just need to escape, and ya I can admit I'm running away from several things like:
*psyco In-laws who since I've give up on trying to associate with since x-mas time have completely turned things around and now I'm the "all wrong control freak with the problem, who stole their precious boy away"(holy fuck, talk about messed up simpleton country bumpkin's, what kinda dipshitmaniadidImarryinto????).
*Work did I cover the sick twisted shit going on around there right now? coocoo. I sooooo still love my job however.
*My friends... well after last year I just don't know who I really know anymore, maybe it is just time to let things be instead of trying to hang onto something that doesn't exist anymore, sit back and let people go despite how much it will hurt, and how hard it would be.
*The fact that my upstairs bathroom is still not done, I just realized the other day it's going on like 2yrs it's been torn apart for, I've so banned the husband person from any more home reno's for the rest of the year after it's done, chances are we won't be here more than another year or two, so I'm really not worried.
*The # reason to run away, I really have make the decision over the next couple of wks if this is going to be the year start popping kids out or am I going to start working on my psych degree as planned. Oh decisions decisions.
I'm going to start the sleep of the seventh night of the count down.
Stay posted what's next? what to pack... EVERYTHING DAMNIT.