I have a lot to say but I will get to all that later....
22 year old has broken my heart
I went on FB and he was talking about how he is all on top of the fucking mountain top of fucking happiness and glitter and ponies and unicorns and shit. I know this boy was NOT talking about me. So now I am here all butt hurt about the shit when I shouldn't give a fuck because I am ahem...married as a mother fucker. So now I feel like hooking back up with my good friend "Marlboro Menthol", getting a bottle of tequila, and crawling in my bed while Donnie Hathaway plays in the background. But I can't because I gotta cook and I didn't take Chunk to daycare so now I am just stuck here ready to go down into a ring of fire. Note to self: 22 year olds lead to 22 year old heartbreak. There is a reason I am happy to turn 30.
Florida was awesome!
I could have just vacationed at the airport! The Orlando airport is beautiful. The shopping was just awesome(well window shopping). The weather was good and I was extra happy because I did not run into any lizards or snakes which would have scared the beejeezus out of me.
Quitting smoking is harder than giving up tree
Nicotine should be illegal because right now, I would probably do something strange for a cigarette...lol.
Well, my baby is up and I think he has ripped one of the slats on the blinds in his room.