Reaching that point
Where I keep asking myself “Why the fuck do I bother?” Really, really.
Me! It’s all about me!
Where I keep asking myself “Why the fuck do I bother?” Really, really.
So sorry, y’all, having a bit of a time right now. But here’s something to distract all of us momentarily. Shamelessly lifted from Busy Mom’s blog… (she said it was OK) Name someone with the same birthday as you. Eric Clapton. Where was your first kiss? Probably at church during a youth group dance. I […]
So, why the hell not, tagged (kinda) by Busy Mom to do the Completely Honest thing. I have to say 10 honest things about myself. Ahem. I only had four hours of sleep last night, and today keep getting chills. Okay, that one was lame. You don’t wanna hear that kinda stuff, do you? Well, […]