So it has been more than five years since I have written a post. I reread all of my previous posts to get myself up to date on all the shit that happened to me in the year 2013. Wow. So many things have changed. And so many thing have not changed at all. And I don’t know how to fucking feel about that!
I still hate Christmas (it was recent so I thought I’d throw that in there)! I am still recovering. I earned my Bachelor’s Degree (can’t find a job that pays me more than I make serving and tending bar). I upgraded the car and my house (of course there’s a story for each–several for the house). The lovely children are now a 14 year old teenager/woman/diva/drama queen(fuck my life ), 18 year old stud (he’s still my favorite), and the 21 year old on probation (who won’t move the fuck out)!
I have three tiny dogs now (story for each of the non-Pomeranian). Only killed one cat. I have a new PYT (I refuse to define that. If you don’t know stop reading). I finally made it to an I phone 7 (but am currently using my old I phone 5 that took a swim because Sprint and Apple both collectively suck ass).
I went on Zoloft. I got off of Zoloft. I still like my husband some days. I stopped running because I didn’t gain too much weight and I never quit smoking. (Hence the Zoloft cause I started freaking out that I was going to die because I passed 40). Oh, I turned 40. Something. I inherited a bunch of money. I blew a bunch of money. I had a much too long fling with a casino. Or two. My sister and her douchebag husband moved to Florida. He’s still a douchebag but finally had ONE non douchebag moment.
I got hearing aids. But won’t wear them. We upgraded our white trash pool and lovingly refer to the new one as the drunk tank. I stopped playing Words with Friends but still drink too much Bass pale ale. And I still consistently lose socks and fucking hangers.
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