I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Ever just wake up and know that the day is going to suck? That’s what I feel like today. I’ve been up since about 5:30am because I’ve had nothing but horrible dreams, and I’m so worked up about them that my hands are shaking while typing.
Monday is my last day of typing. I finished everything that I needed to finish today - a 5 minute timing for my final exam grade and a test on basic internet and keyboard layout. It turns out that they are moving our break day from tuesday to Thursday, giving us a 5-day weekend nstead of 4, which I think is really, really good, because then I’ll have 3 days to finish up the crochet at the last minute instead of just 2.
I’ve been messing around with my site lately, adding small fixes, tweaks, and marking posts as “featured posts”. I’ve also been helping out other folks with the same theme do their tweaks, and have been learning a helluva lot in the process of it. By the time I get bored with this particular layout, I’m sure I’ll know the ins and outs of things as well as the creator.
Gah. I’ve gotta go pick up Eddie at work. Thankfully the roads are too bad, but it’s certainly not for for me to be in a car when there’s water/slush/ice all over the place (I start to freak out after a little while).
What’s worse than being worried that the roads are slick, and your husband left work an hour ago and isn’t home yet?
Being worried about that, but not having a phone to hear from him.
