This is no great illusion
Hi.
Miss me?
Probably not.
I let my paid account expire because I don't write on here so much anymore. If you miss me, find me on Facebook. I can get on Facebook at work so I waste a lot of time there. Write me. I miss some of you bitches. I'm a horrible keep in toucher so you have to come to me. It's just laziness. If you're lazy too, here's what I've been up to.
Nothing.
No seriously. That's why I stopped writing. In college I had a lot to say because I had friends and a life. Now I work. A lot. I've been working like 50ish hours a week. I used to try and get away with as far under 40 as I could. Not anymore. I'm busy as hell and frustrated and overwhelmed and I sat at my desk and cried for 35 minutes yesterday. It's miserable.
Jud and I are still Jud and I. That's all I'm going to say on that subject. That and I love him. A lot.
I'm hopefully going to be a mommy soon. To a puppy, fool. I'm working with the Golden Retreiver rescue. I have a home visit on Monday. Please wish me lots of luck. This puppy needs someone to love him and I need someone to love me too.
I am travelling a lot for work too. I go to Chicago on Tuesday for an overnight. And we're driving. I'm not happy. I need at least 3 days so I can get some good shopping in. I'm still kicking myself over those Coach shoes at Nordstrom Rack. OH! But I bought a pair of $90 Kenneth Coles at Macy's last night for $8. And I got the last Some Kind-a Gorgeous at the Benefit counter and a new Urban Decay shadow to DIE FOR. Hi, I have a vagina. Anyway...Chicago next week, then March 9-12 I am in DC not for work but to see the one true love of my life, the Neadumsface. I'm giddy just thinking about it. I've never been to DC, but really I could care less about all that. If all I did was sit in his flat and watch movies and drink cider I would be ecstatic. But please take me somewhere, I promised my Daddy pictures of the Lincoln Memorial and the Kennedy thingie. I'm going back to CHicago and DC for work both times in April/May too. Boo. I need me time!!
I turn 25 in May. I'm having major anxiety. Please be nice to me.
I'm working out a lot and I am starting to go from fat ass back into ghetto fabulass, it's hot. For reals. I still want my boobies done though, they are like taking over. I've lost weight in my face, wrists, fingers, feet...all weird places but not in my boobs. It's ridiculous.
I should be cleaning my room. But I don't want to. I want to go play with my DS that my very adorable, if not sometimes naughty (in the bad way, not kinky way) boyfriend got me for the day of the Valentine's. He's so good to me.
Is anyone interested in some music reccommendations? Because if not...I'm gonna go...
Miss me?
Probably not.
I let my paid account expire because I don't write on here so much anymore. If you miss me, find me on Facebook. I can get on Facebook at work so I waste a lot of time there. Write me. I miss some of you bitches. I'm a horrible keep in toucher so you have to come to me. It's just laziness. If you're lazy too, here's what I've been up to.
Nothing.
No seriously. That's why I stopped writing. In college I had a lot to say because I had friends and a life. Now I work. A lot. I've been working like 50ish hours a week. I used to try and get away with as far under 40 as I could. Not anymore. I'm busy as hell and frustrated and overwhelmed and I sat at my desk and cried for 35 minutes yesterday. It's miserable.
Jud and I are still Jud and I. That's all I'm going to say on that subject. That and I love him. A lot.
I'm hopefully going to be a mommy soon. To a puppy, fool. I'm working with the Golden Retreiver rescue. I have a home visit on Monday. Please wish me lots of luck. This puppy needs someone to love him and I need someone to love me too.
I am travelling a lot for work too. I go to Chicago on Tuesday for an overnight. And we're driving. I'm not happy. I need at least 3 days so I can get some good shopping in. I'm still kicking myself over those Coach shoes at Nordstrom Rack. OH! But I bought a pair of $90 Kenneth Coles at Macy's last night for $8. And I got the last Some Kind-a Gorgeous at the Benefit counter and a new Urban Decay shadow to DIE FOR. Hi, I have a vagina. Anyway...Chicago next week, then March 9-12 I am in DC not for work but to see the one true love of my life, the Neadumsface. I'm giddy just thinking about it. I've never been to DC, but really I could care less about all that. If all I did was sit in his flat and watch movies and drink cider I would be ecstatic. But please take me somewhere, I promised my Daddy pictures of the Lincoln Memorial and the Kennedy thingie. I'm going back to CHicago and DC for work both times in April/May too. Boo. I need me time!!
I turn 25 in May. I'm having major anxiety. Please be nice to me.
I'm working out a lot and I am starting to go from fat ass back into ghetto fabulass, it's hot. For reals. I still want my boobies done though, they are like taking over. I've lost weight in my face, wrists, fingers, feet...all weird places but not in my boobs. It's ridiculous.
I should be cleaning my room. But I don't want to. I want to go play with my DS that my very adorable, if not sometimes naughty (in the bad way, not kinky way) boyfriend got me for the day of the Valentine's. He's so good to me.
Is anyone interested in some music reccommendations? Because if not...I'm gonna go...