Mostly because I can't think of any stories to write. *sadness*
Writer's block blows hard, you know. I was thinking about writing a story about a local family. It will, of course be fictional. The names may or may not be changed. Who knows?
Onto other news. Tracey is going to pop any day now. I predict this weekend. My diet has completely died as of today. I'll re-start after Austin is born. I'm getting to anxious and it's making me eat and stress out. Which, other things are making stress out big time as well.
Oct. 3rd I have a visit to the "lady parts" doctor. I've been reading up on things and I may or may not have an ovarian cyst. I'm hoping that I don't and that I just have a stubborn uterus. Ha.
I've also been on the lookout for a job. Which has been very unsuccessful. But I suppose I'll just have to keep my chin up and keep searching.
I've also been wanting to get out and start dating again. Huge step, I know. Again, I'll have to keep my chin up and hopefully not run into any super-douches that I usually attract.
I want to dye my hair. I'm getting tired of all this blond. I sort of want some pink or purple in there.
But I'll hold off on anything like that until I get a job. I'll also save up for a tattoo and maybe a piercing or some sort. The wilder side of me has been wanting to come out for some while now.
I need to put a better layout on this blog. I suppose I'll do that eventually.
Well, until next time folks. Farewell.