Plugging along the daily bullshit.

I am seriously in need of distractions.

This is a totally random blog. I’m totally warning you straight up. If you have no need for randomness, go no further.

This week or so, I feel like an bad mother (well not that bad, it’s not like I’m smoking crack or anything…) I just needed some time to take a breath. Calm. Relax. Get my head straight. (hah ddub)

While clearing out the clutter that is my life, I finally found the JMac free concert tape that I’ve been searching for, for like ever. I’m so glad I found it, it’s like porn…

I hate that Mark Wahlberg denies his Marky Mark-ness. Bitch that’s what made you. You SUCK as an actor. Seriously you’re that good. My favorite movie of yours… Fear. Yeah bitches Fear. Go punch yourself in the chest to make people think my daddy did it. Vagina.

Perfect Friend – By Macho Man, awesome song. Actually I must admit this, I LOVE the Macho Man Cd.

I can never really say this enough, but damn my prom was awesome! I so can’t stop looking at the pictures.

So um yeah. This is the post I was working on before I got the prom pics and now I’ve lost interest in what I’m saying so…

Heading down the Cape for the weekend. Shall blog upon return.

Peace out peeps!

So I totally had a different post planned and half written.

However, I was then sent a most wondrous link. The link to the professional prom pictures, from my 30^th birthday. Oh happy days! (Seriously, wicked happy!)

The picture are so awesome, I’m posting a few of my favorites. 

So I totally had a different post planned and half written.

However, I was then sent a most wondrous link. The link to the professional prom pictures, from my 30^th birthday. Oh happy days! (Seriously, wicked happy!)

The picture are so awesome, I’m posting a few of my favorites.

30. When did that happen? (Seriously, I was just 16 and insecure. ok well being 30 doesn’t make me any less insecure but what the hell, at least I’m a little bit more mature, right?)

30. See that gray hair, right there, stuck in that curl? You might not see it, but I know it’s there. (There are more popping up all over the place every second of the day. I hear another one popping as I write this. Thank God.)

30. Newly single. 6 year relationship, over. (Wow. Now this is crazy. I feel like I was just a young ‘un 6 years ago. Scared, you bet your sweet ass.)

30. 3 year old (Don’t get me wrong she’s awesome. But throw a 3 year old into the 30 and newly single mix and I’m fucked. Have fun dating me boys.)

30. Prom ‘09 for the big party. (Seriously, this was better than my real proms! I totally have to thank my friends for putting it together. However, I didn’t get LAID on MY prom night this year. What the fuck kind of prom is that?)

30. Dating again. really? (This really boggles my mind. I might actually mention it a few more times.)

30. He’s just not that into you (me). Are any of them really that into you (me)? (If so where are they, because it’s not here. Hello, I’m here find me bitches.)

30. No published books. (I shouldn’t really add this since this was already an issue during my 22 year old crisis, but I’m still mad that I’m too lazy to write a damn book or 2.)

30. No ford mustang. (They are following me every where I go. I either need to date a guy who has one (convertable preferred) or get my own (convertable must, red)

 This is the purse I made for Lo’s birthday party.

 Man she is so cute.

 Lo’s birthday!

 My first ever sock!

Mind seething

Blood boiling

Wanting to spit in your face

Anger and sadness

I hate you.