Your mom was awesome last night
I am inspired to update my journal, sweet jesus! About what, I don't know. How about being 20 and how different it isn't from being 19. Why couldn't I have just skipped from 18 to 21? Okay so I'm an adult now, I have lots of responsibilities, I work, pay my rent and all my assorted bills (and other people's too), I'm going through all of the motions of adulthood except for marriage and babies, I voted in the election, I can buy cigarettes but damned if I can go out to a bar and have a beer or two. It sucks! I was kinda scared about entering the twenties but once I did I realized that I'm still very young and I've got a long life ahead of me to do whatever I want.
What am I doing now? Well not much on account of the shingles. I've been out of work for the last week desperately trying not to claw at my skin every 5 minutes because it itches so damn much. It's almost gone, I'm excited about going back to work and making the moolah again. I'm used to having money and I don't quite know what to do when I'm not working. Thank bejezus for Miguel, he takes care of me when I can't do so for myself. It's not just financially, it's the little things like when I wake up in the middle of the night, in pain from sleeping wrong and he presses on my shoulders and gets the knots out for me. Haha, I never would have dreamed I'd fall in love with an insurance salesman. Yes that's right, he just got a new job. He dropped out of college too, Johnson & Wales is so ghetto, I think the last straw was when a fight broke out in his accounting class over a cell phone. I'm glad because he's happier now. He's going to have more time so that he can start playing with his crazy punk band again and more money from the 9-5 job. Maybe he'll even have time to put the degree he already has to use and do some music production/engineering shite. We want to take a trip to Peru so we can go visit his parents and eat peruvian food and explore ruins and shit. I love my boobookittyfuck.
Ok ramble ramble blaaaaaaaah! I know I'm obsessed with him but he's so fantastic I can't stop talking about it. I know he's going to read this, too. Hi Miguel, I know you're spying on me! So, who wants to come to our pirate wedding? Don't worry it's at least a couple years from now so you have time to make your costume and grog. GROG AND BOOTY! YARRRRR!!! SLUTBUCKETS!! Hey, why don't I get off my lazy ass and post some pictures? Eh, next time, I swear. Your mom. Ok time to make some food. Pip pip tally ho!
What am I doing now? Well not much on account of the shingles. I've been out of work for the last week desperately trying not to claw at my skin every 5 minutes because it itches so damn much. It's almost gone, I'm excited about going back to work and making the moolah again. I'm used to having money and I don't quite know what to do when I'm not working. Thank bejezus for Miguel, he takes care of me when I can't do so for myself. It's not just financially, it's the little things like when I wake up in the middle of the night, in pain from sleeping wrong and he presses on my shoulders and gets the knots out for me. Haha, I never would have dreamed I'd fall in love with an insurance salesman. Yes that's right, he just got a new job. He dropped out of college too, Johnson & Wales is so ghetto, I think the last straw was when a fight broke out in his accounting class over a cell phone. I'm glad because he's happier now. He's going to have more time so that he can start playing with his crazy punk band again and more money from the 9-5 job. Maybe he'll even have time to put the degree he already has to use and do some music production/engineering shite. We want to take a trip to Peru so we can go visit his parents and eat peruvian food and explore ruins and shit. I love my boobookittyfuck.
Ok ramble ramble blaaaaaaaah! I know I'm obsessed with him but he's so fantastic I can't stop talking about it. I know he's going to read this, too. Hi Miguel, I know you're spying on me! So, who wants to come to our pirate wedding? Don't worry it's at least a couple years from now so you have time to make your costume and grog. GROG AND BOOTY! YARRRRR!!! SLUTBUCKETS!! Hey, why don't I get off my lazy ass and post some pictures? Eh, next time, I swear. Your mom. Ok time to make some food. Pip pip tally ho!