Tuesday, May 30

tag.... you're it

favorite color: black... with pink coming in a close second
word i most like to be described as: evil
best meal i cook: spaghetti
favorite dessert: ice cream
favorite movie: thelma & louise
favorite outfit: skinny jeans, little white t, flip flops
usually in bed by: midnight unless there's evil lurking
favorite sounds: quiet
i wish: i try not to
what i crave: not appropriate for this blog
surround me with: silliness

it's you're turn:
and anyone else who cares to share

Monday, May 22

frivilous drivel

It's been one year already since Stacie started this blog for me. One long, eventful year.

It's amazing to think about everything that's happened in that short time. And somehow I've managed to keep posting every now and then about frivilous drivel. Even though I've have fewer hours to post and less and less I can say out loud... here we are a year later.

If you still visit, enjoy!

Monday, May 15

day from hell

apparently i've been offensive.... work sucked.... so glad that today is only the beginning of the week

now i've got even more crappy days to look forward to

Saturday, May 6

yeah, it's been a week........

And I still haven't said much here. My week's been filled with uncertainty, stupidity, boring drivel, and lots and lots of whining. None of them affecting me (neccessarily), just indirectly affecting me. KWIM?

My three bitches for the week are Johnny Jackass, night terrors and my meds.

Johnny's seen the kid twice in the last two weeks for 2-3 hrs each time. Summer hasn't even started and he's already on his flight plan. Which ties in to bitch #2.... night terrors. In the last week, the kid's had 3 of them. If you (or your kids) have never gone through them, let me just tell you they're AWFUL. Research tells me they're common at this age. It also tells me stress is one of the most common triggers. Yeah, I'd be stressed too if it was "that time" of the year and my Johnny was off playing without me again. Brings all the abandonment issues to the forefront again. And guess who's left holding the bag?

None of this helps with my meds being off. Damn doctors think they know what I need because some medical book gives them a "range". Fuck that! I am not one of the 99 people they tested that live in their freakin' range. But, of course, what do I know since I don't have a medical degree and only know that I was feeling the best I've felt in years and now feel like ass.

Time for another change.