I want to be sedated.

Baked Potatoes.

The answer is yes, they do.

I almost made it!

So I posted every day last week but Friday. I'm calling it an accomplishment.

Last night we were working on our kitchen. This bitch is giving us hell. We were going to stain all of the cabinets after we had sanded off the 20 plus years worth of paint that was on them, but Aaron just has to have this party this weekend, so that plan went out the window. Now we are going to stain them and paint them white, then distress them. I hope it turns out pretty because we're using a super dark stain and decorators white. I still don't understand how this new method could possibly take less time than the previous one.

We went to a crab boil last Friday. It was fun until I said something super inappropriate and made some poor girl cry. I'm a terrible drunk. I apologized though and the fun continued. I have GOT to stop doing things when I'm drunk that I will inevitably have to apologize for. It's getting ridiculous. I'm okay as long as I'm only drinking around my close friends. They know me well enough and I know them well enough that nothing I say offends them. I need to watch my mouth. :(

I feel pretty today.

See, I'm just kind of neurotic. Just like everybody else.

Low self esteem issues

....I'm having them, as of late, interspersed with unusual bouts of extremely high self esteem moments. Very strange. It's mostly vanity based. I know I'm awesome. I have an amazing personality, but I can't seem to be happy with the way I look. It's probably just a mid twenties thing. I'm sure it will pass. Please don't tell me how pretty I am. That is so not what this is about.

I will write everyday.

Even if I feel like I don't have anything to write about. I may come back to this later...

My hair is black, my dog is sick.

I dyed my hair black last night.
My 3 year old miniature dachshund is having back problems.
My head hurts.
I left my house happy with how I look today.
I hate the way I look today.
My feet are cold.
I never wish I could just stay home.
I wish I could just stay home today.
I feel like saying labia right now, and I have no idea why.
I think I may be a little crazy.
My husband left the house pissed off at me this morning.
I asked him not to.
He gave me a grudge kiss and walked out.
My mom made me some macaroni and meat sauce to heat up for dinner.
All of my dishes are still packed because my kitchen isn't finished.
The sink is too disgusting to wash them in anyway.
I'm having medical problems.
I've almost depleted my savings account.
I get paid on friday and I'll be able to put the money back.
I'm going to the doctor and I plan on bitch slapping him until he fixes me.
Fuck the dishes I'll dig out some Tupperware to heat it in.
I'll throw them away and buy new Tupperware.
I'm having homemade Italian macaroni and meat sauce for dinner tonight!
My husband just texted me and said he was sorry.
I apologized too because even if I was right, I'm sorry for fighting with him.
It makes him feel better to hear "I'm sorry" too.
I'm okay with being crazy.
Labia.
I'm okay with being at work today.
I love my job.
I put my shoes on and now my feet are warm.
I went to the bathroom and fixed what I didn't like about the way I look.
I like the way I look today.
Took an asprin.
I'm taking my puppy to the vet and babying him. He'll get better.
I dyed my hair black last night. I've always liked it better that way.