Relationships seem to get harder as you age. At least that’s how it feels in my case. I think I make them hard…me & my bags.
I’ve been dying of laughter everytime I’ve seen this since Adbul sent it to me lololol
I’m there when I can be.
It’s been a minute! I’ve been so neglectful. So I got the full-time job I wanted…I start next month. Now I’m working on part II of Mission Movin On Up: a part-time gig. I’ve had a few interviews and have a few more lined up so hopefully something goes through and I’ll be on my way to a piece of the pie!
L.O.V.E. I’m in love. It’s scary and wonderful and I didn’t think I’d be able to open myself up to anyone this way, but I have and I don’t regret it. It’s nice to know that someone totally gets me and loves me back exactly as I am.
I don’t hate my job. I definitely don’t like it, but I don’t hate it either. I tolerate it. You’d think I’d be happier making $7,000 more a year than I did at my last job, but with the taxes & added expenses it means nothing. Until I get my masters I’m gonna be stuck tolerating positions that I either love but have me eating ramen noodles for dinner every night or positions we’re I’m ballin but are so fcukin stressful I can’t enjoy it. There’s no question, Fall of 2012 it’s back to school for me.
It was either a lifetime of paying off student loans or losing my sanity. I chose my sanity.