So yeah. I never write on this thing. It was begun roughly two years ago, with the intent to post pictures. Sorry, but I never got the hang of it.
Main reason I don't blog here is because 90% of people who enjoy & comment my precious blogs are limited to MySpace. (Which stinks, because, while I am an addict and indulge multiple times daily, I will quickly admit that MYSPACE SUCKS!)
So... if anyone is reading this, please don't be a lurker. Leave a comment. Seriously, I just want to know if anyone even glances upon this. If you have an extra 20-30 seconds to spare, give me a quick shout just so i should know whether or not to delete this blog!
Anyway, just in case someone is here wondering things about me, I'll give you an update. I am proudly no longer a Louisvillian. I'm happy to say I'm a native and not a resident, and it's much easier to refrain from hating my hometown and wishing hellfire would rain upon it when I don't live there. From a 4 hour drive away, I actually find myself able to appreciate and reminisce happily about Louisville, Mississippi's silly quaintness and laugh at its Bible-Belt narrowness.
I still work the same job. Work from home. Of course, as soon as I got down here on the coast and became locally affiliated with my job, my boss leaves his wife and has thus far settled in Clinton, a horrid three hour drive away from where I lighted. But oh, well. I'm not bitter. Not about that, anyway. I have plenty more job-related grievances about which to fume to worry about that. In the fabulous twenty-first century, we have IM, txt msging, and Gmail. I'll be f'in FINE, thanks. Psshht.
Oh, and I make stupid mistakes constantly. I am in constant recovery from whatever way I've most recently fucked up. I feel like last weekend was the last time to fail in one particular flavor, but then again, I've sang the that-was-the-last-time blues so many times. I hate debt and credit cards and so many things from which I cannot escape. Not with these two measly salaries anyway. Sometimes I'm certain it'll never be over. Lots of things will never be over.
But I love my life. I have friends with which I laugh loudly and often. I have a sweet husband. I live a five minute walk from the beach. I have a SUH-WEET bike. I have cable with DVR. I have high-speed internet that my boss pretends to pay for, and really I wouldn't accept much less because I don't think college graduates married to high skilled laborers should struggle this much and live from paycheck to paycheck. The majority of my married college friends have bought houses. Even those that graduated 2 years after me. :(
So I'm sure it's obvious what my rant of the night is. Money sucks.
Oh yeah, I did have a good Memorial Day weekend. I went to a Unitarian Universalist church and enjoyed the concept of a church service and spirituality without the BS fairy tales of religion. I think it's the right way for me. And it gets me around other people, not the kind of people I'd normally be around. And certainly not in my house, alone looking into this wretches laptop screen. It challenged me, it massaged my terrible social skills, even though the massage hurt. I think it will be something I continue to pursue. :)
Ok, the end.
Geez, I hope SOMEBODY read this. If you did, please just comment and say "I read it" or something. I'd be so relieved!
