Alright.
I will admit that for the past couple of months that I've been creating a slew of personal journal entries, because I just needed some public space. Not that I really need it, or that I have a plethora of people reading my journal anymore.
Which is probably why this is public.
Life is good. I tried running today and I got the worst stitches ever. I ran a mile and a half and crawled back to my car. A.I feel like shit. B. I feel like shit, because I didn't run nearly far or long enough. C. I feel guilty and I should't.
Oscar placed 2nd place for his breed in the St. Jude dog show yesterday. Quiet impressive. :D I think it was a pitty win, because it was our first one. But, hey! That's awesome! Oscar's blue and purple, and white ribbons are on the fridge like he's some little boy. It's hilarious.
Bryan is all "This is your thing. You want to do it!" and gets all hostile like he doesn't care or that he thinks its the stupidest thing on earth. BUT, then he brags to his friends about how Oscar is a show dog and how he got second place and pays him uber attention.
-g- Denial. I won't expose him though.
I'm working at an HIV clinic this month and I got really really depressed last week. I think I'll write about what happpened, but I just hate that it happened. Especially to me. I just got severely depressed about it.
I've been poppin' candy corns like they're crack. Sippin' water like it's gone out of style, and skippin' dinner, because I've decided I hate that meal.
I fucking -hate- eating dinner. I'm more of a lunch time girl. People are out and about for lunch. You can call people up to eat. It's a less stressfull meal and it's not so late.
I'm bored with life. .. Okay. Okay. That's a severe understatement. I have resumed writing my story. (I would call it a book, but that's stupid, because it will never get finished, or published, or any of that bullshit). But, I started writing about it.
Bryan takes the boards on Wednesday. I'm praying for him. :|
:D I'm going to take pics soon. Aren't you all so lucky. -cough-
Which is probably why this is public.
Life is good. I tried running today and I got the worst stitches ever. I ran a mile and a half and crawled back to my car. A.I feel like shit. B. I feel like shit, because I didn't run nearly far or long enough. C. I feel guilty and I should't.
Oscar placed 2nd place for his breed in the St. Jude dog show yesterday. Quiet impressive. :D I think it was a pitty win, because it was our first one. But, hey! That's awesome! Oscar's blue and purple, and white ribbons are on the fridge like he's some little boy. It's hilarious.
Bryan is all "This is your thing. You want to do it!" and gets all hostile like he doesn't care or that he thinks its the stupidest thing on earth. BUT, then he brags to his friends about how Oscar is a show dog and how he got second place and pays him uber attention.
-g- Denial. I won't expose him though.
I'm working at an HIV clinic this month and I got really really depressed last week. I think I'll write about what happpened, but I just hate that it happened. Especially to me. I just got severely depressed about it.
I've been poppin' candy corns like they're crack. Sippin' water like it's gone out of style, and skippin' dinner, because I've decided I hate that meal.
I fucking -hate- eating dinner. I'm more of a lunch time girl. People are out and about for lunch. You can call people up to eat. It's a less stressfull meal and it's not so late.
I'm bored with life. .. Okay. Okay. That's a severe understatement. I have resumed writing my story. (I would call it a book, but that's stupid, because it will never get finished, or published, or any of that bullshit). But, I started writing about it.
Bryan takes the boards on Wednesday. I'm praying for him. :|
:D I'm going to take pics soon. Aren't you all so lucky. -cough-