| I hate how I just don't have time for some of the things I want to do. I wish I could find the time to write every day. Mandy just doesn't get it. I get bitched at to no end if she's down here on the computer and I bother her for something, yet she is home all day while I'm at work. Now I know most days she is cleaning here and there and playing with Caiden. In the afternoons she has some lessons to teach but honestly. Is it too much for me to ask that I get to come down here for 30 minutes and check up on my friends blogs and maybe update my own. I don't think it is, but I get down here...maybe read one persons blog or check facebook and bam, "Here's your son I'm going to go knit!" AHHH, it just really irks me sometimes. However she and the child are gone today, so I have run of the house while I'm between jobs. Only one more day to work at Ryan's and then I'm cut loose of there again, and it might actually be for good now seeing as I'm moving again. Yes, it indeed looks like I've gotten that job in Jeff City and will be leaving in the somewhat near/distant future. Well I got my venting out and now I dont know what to write about so I see you all later. |
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| Well we just got back from seeing Pirates and I enjoyed it. I have some things that I'll have to discuss with those of you who care in person, but overall I really enjoyed it.
As for my immediate plans...they involve comfy shorts and the end of that episode of Entourage I started. |
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| -.a. > >> v>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> PTR2
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| Sorry for the sudden slew of entries...just posting some stuff I wrote in Lawrence.
I think I'm done for the time being however...thanks for stopping by. |
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| It might be wrong But I can't deny It's true
Constantly Your haunting me Images of you Silently whispering empty thoughts Scents still linger Wafting through the room Taunting me Playful banter Turned sourfully sweet Your touch was soft Memorable To roughened skin Your honesty Integrity Commanded the respect You both deserve
Still I sit Alone and pondering Ifs and whats What ifs It might be wrong But I can't deny It's true |
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