Eeyore Quit Calling Me
She called for the entire morning commute. I tried jokes. I tried changing the subject. Nothing worked. Conclusion: I can't help her. I just have to let her be.
Studies Show Textbook Douchebaggery Causes Irritation
Mr. Horrible accidentally texted me instead of his girlfriend. A smiley face he never once sent me in 14 years. That about covers it.
Wardrobe Malfunction
Perhaps I suffer from an overabundance of personality, my clothing appears to be a mish mash of illogical pairings. I can’t seem to define what style of clothes I like to wear, because when I look at what I own, I don’t want to wear any of it. This is, of course, a first world problem…
Sleep? What’s that?
Being a single mom puts the "I can't do it" whining into perspective fast. I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead cause there is no one else but me.
Unpacking Baggage, Excess and Otherwise…
I have stuff, and it all arrived finally this past week. Just so this happened the day after I picked up mr horrible from the airport. Happy coincidence? Yes.
