Hubby..

I am a serious person. Not really a joker. Lucky if you get a smile out of me, guess I'm shocked when it happens. What's that? She's smiling? Tell her 15 year old self she can stop wearing all black now.

They say behind every joke there is a truth. That's why I don't make any. When people think I'm being funny, I'm probably being monumentally serious. I don't know where I got thus shitty outlook on life but maybe I was really cranky as a kid and it never wore off.

I'm a miserable old 22 year old woman in two days. Happy birthday to me! I want my future husband now so I can stop looking at the glass half empty. Booboo where are you.. You have spiders to kill and a cranky wife to feed grapes to :D

Diary

A blog is like a diary, but with autocorrect and spellcheck. When I can't find a pen, I type it out. I come across as weird to myself when I read my blog but it helps me improve because I can see how my style changes over time.

So many things happen on a daily basis that I want to write more but I need a laptop. I've been living in my own apartment since January with my daughter. First time living alone, technically 'alone'. Aside from a large rat the size of a housecat and a raccoon, I love it.

But I could live anywhere with sunshine and air. That's just how I am.