Rain, rain, go away. I want to wear some of my cute shoes, but I can’t because it is pouring every single fucking day. Boo.
I have felt awful and not like myself for days because of my terrible allergies. Old news, I know, but I’m still gonna bitch about it.
I feel like the teen shouldn’t get any new clothes until she does her laundry. She has a mountain of dirty clothes in her bedroom, and I refuse to do her laundry for her. It’s time these kids started doing shit for themselves. I’m not a maid.
Speaking of maids, I saw a woman driving a car this morning which advertised her cleaning service. Her slogan said, “Hire us! Stop coming home to a second job,” and fuck…that resonated with me. It feels like we’re always cleaning but never making much progress. Sigh.
I’m taking my gingy babe out for dinner/drinks tonight, because he has had a stressful week. I told him he has to put out though. Lol.
I’m having one of those weeks where I’m seriously considering a job change.
I’m tired, dude. So tired. Mentally and physically.
The Turn of The Key got me out of my reading slump. Yay.
I feel like I had more stuff to blog about, but I’m kind of zoning out right now. My brain is fried.
