A Little About Me...

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.

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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.

I love Fridays. Just not the wet ones.

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).

I don’t want to type anymore.

Two days left of typing class. I can’t wait for it to finish. I have an enormous, skull-pounding headache which may or may not be related to the fact that I sat and typed memos for 5 hours straight. another possibility is that I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and all I had yesterday was a bowl of Kraft Dinner with hotdogs and a couple of Cokes. Spare me the lecture on healthy eating, I’m well aware that’s not exactly healthy eating, but we had no money for anything else.

Class ends on Monday, which means I have whatever he wants me to do for that last day (I’m pretty much done, all I need to do is a 5-minute timing for my final), Tuesday off, new class on Wednesday and Thursday, and then Friday to Monday off as Christmas break. One of the girls in class wants me to make a bunny and a blanket for her daughter, so I’ll have to see what I can find. I found a pattern for a cat that I want to do, but I can’t do anything until I finish the two afghans I’ve got to get done for Christmas.

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