1st Night over.

OMG! Lucky Charms are the bomb! Home now from my first night back to the coffee house in 3 years. It felt like I never left, no problems acclimating. My feet are killing me though. What is a text-a-holic to do????? I NEED to update my facebook, text random peeps about random things, blog about what I'm doing and maybe even twitter. But my favorite boss in the whole world says, "no cell phone use!" So I snuck off into the bathroom and had my fix.

It's hard to be at the coffee house. I get this horrible urge to be single. I want to go to the bar after work and flirt till the sun comes up. I want to talk about things single people talk about. I want to be who I was 10 years ago.

I've never lived alone. I almost did, but my boyfriend ended up getting an apartment near my house and I just hung out there instead. We ended up getting married...and here we are now. I often wonder if I should of gotten married at 22 years old. So young, so naive. I fucked up a lot of stuff, especially my finances. I feel like I'll be in debt forever because someone let a bi-polar little girl run a house hold, get pregnant and start her beautiful family. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids with all my heart, I wouldn't trade them for the world but sometimes this lifestyle sucks. So bloody bland. Constantly cleaning and cleaning and cleaning with some facebooking in between. I wish I could have someone take care of everything so I could just play with my kids. Blah blah blah, I could go on forever. It's late, I shall retire for the evening.