I can’t sleep. After working nearly 14 hour days for the last week, I’m wired.
This is not good.
And I keep listening to the same song again and again. It must be one of those nights.
It’ll be nice to have this weekend off. I’m planning to work on some home improvement things. Just need to go spend money 
My truck is also getting a 4″ lift tomorrow with much bigger tires. I RULE.
Enough said… it’s time to go make pretty pictures.
I’m blaming it on the new birth control I’ve been placed on. I really wish I didn’t have to take it.
I hate PMS.
Some know, some don’t… but if you’re familiar with polysistic ovarium syndrome (pos), it is practically required to be on bc inorder to regulate the female cycle. POS makes me like a guy.
I had a bit of a pregnancy scare… actually, I wish I was pregnant. The reality of my situation hurts and everytime I think about it, I want to break down and cry. I may never be able to have kids… something I think is important and my natural right to experience. As someone grows older, the option to have children, to settle down, be a mother (or father for some of you) is something to look forward too. While Joe and I had been talking about adopting, I still wanted the option to experience carrying the bun in the oven–to experience creation.
Never mind me, it’s the PMS speaking… or the little pill that has an extremely high dose of estrogen.
Of course, the PMS is reminding me to watch my tongue. The other day, my neighbor approached me. I have two vehicles now and a limited amount of parking space. One of the things people do around here park in front of their garages and then the other vehicle in their assigned spot. That’s what I’ve done with mine.
The guy simply asked if I was planning on leaving my car where it was. I asked him why… afterall it’s in front of my garage. He explains to me that he has 3+ vehicles and uses the space in front of his and the space of others for work related purposes. I caught myself before going, “And the problem is??”
Supposedly with him living here for 8 years, he has certain rights. He pointed out to me that a red car was parked in one of his extra parking spots.
It was so hard not to ask, “Where’s my extra spot?” While, I’ve not lived here very long, it was so hard not to tell him off. In my opinion, seniority doesn’t give him extra rights. I’m paying for my place too, not renting it, therefore my share in the whole community is of equal portion to his. Seems logical to me at least.
I have a feeling this is a neighbor I’m not going to be getting along with in future dealings. I’ve also been warned about him. In the past he’s repainted spots to get rid of neighbors. And that’s just one of the stories I’ve heard.
Besides that, I’ve been working pretty hard. Can’t wait until friday. I’ve been out at mines drilling through dense ass dirt and I’m taking a much needed three day weekend. The drillers are going home for easter holiday and while I don’t believe in that… I’m grateful. I hate working 7 days a week.
In other news, I’ve been beaten and broken. If you have a myspace account, feel free to friend me.
Tata, I’ll post again during the weekend.
