What a difference a year (or two) makes…
Then:
My job is a pain in the ass.
I have no free time.
He’s cute.
I love my kids.
Am I a good mom?
Oooh, those shoes are hot.
Who the heck is Sarah Palin?
I can do this myself; I don’t need you; please go away.
What the F’s up with my 401(k)?
He’s cute.
Is it me, or is Sarah Palin annoying as hell?
I’m going shopping for hot shoes.
Should I re-fi my mortgage?
If Obama loses, we’re moving to Canada.
I’m going to write more.
No, I’m not a Cougar. Fuck you.
Sarah Palin’s an idiot.
What am I doing with my life?
I’m never falling in love.
Everything’s just fine. I’m great, so shut up.
Now:
God, I need a job.
My brain is melting.
He’s cute.
I love my kids.
I AM a good mother and teenagers are friggin’ annoying.
I don’t need hot shoes.
Sarah Palin needs a big steaming cup of “shut the fuck up.”
I need help sometimes.
401(k), shmore o’ one kay. I’m screwed and can never retire.
Sarah Palin writes a book and I’m still writing stupid shit on my computer in the middle of the night. Kill me now.
He’s sweet and I like him and that’s OK.
I’m never using a credit card ever EVER again.
Shit. Can I pay my mortgage?
I don’t get this health care bill. Did we move to Canada?
I’m going to write more.
So, I’m a Cougar. Whatever.
Why does Sarah Palin still bug the crap out of me?!!
Life is good.
I am grateful.
I think I’ll fall in love.
Everything’s going to be OK.