scarlettpunk

I'm am SO SICK of eating those Michellina entrees for lunch. I'm to the point where I want to puke. I need to find something else to stick down my throat, because those fucking things aren't cutting it. I end up feeling uberly sick before even half way finishing them.

Pic related: It's the shit I just managed to eat.



Another thing that's been bugging me is that I was to join the gym again, but that will take an extra 30 bucks out of my paycheck, and I need to focus on paying off my computer, and helping Paul pay off our small, but growing debt. So... no gym. Only sadness dwells here for the moment.

Paul will find out in a week, or two whether or not he will have a job. His job rep is trying to reassure him that everything will work out and be good. I'm hoping Adecco Honda does NOT screw him out of a job. If everything goes well, then there is talk of house hunting, and then my life will be 65% complete. It will be one more thing to check off my life list.

I bought a rose bush the other day. They were 50% off, so now I have beautiful crimson roses growing by my front door. Maybe some pictures will come in the future.

Flowers make me happy. They are like mini babies who don't cry, poop, and smell like baby wipes and vomit.

*dances*