Anyway, so let's just pretend that I stop getting my way and living life as if I'm the only thing that matters and my feelings aren't top priority and I actually get a slap in the face and kicked out of a certain some body's (his) home. Now, ouch. First off I don't take physical or mental pain all that well. As most women don't. So I might actually cry to the slap in the face, whether it be physical or mental. And so I did. I cried and cried to my friends, fam, co-workers, ect. and so on. Boo-f-ity-Hoo. (Thanks everyone for supporting my head with your shoulders via phone). Now, what am I to do? The only thing that there is left to do for a 21 year old, making 11.00/hr, who have no immediate friends that have jobs or have siblings that live in the area... Move in with Mom. Oh yeah. Move all the way up to BFE Phoenix and have the 1200 mile commute to work everyday. But what the hell can ya honestly do? Right?
This blog is basically the word vomit and aftermath of a not so swell situation for myself. I will try to include lots of emotional roller coasters and "exciting" new adventures that I find myself in, in the retirement community in which I will call home. I will bring along with me, my faithful dog, Petey (which I have included a photo of in his old backyard..) and lots and lots of other photographs. And please whatever you do, do not at all take me seriously for I tend to use sarcasm as a coping mechanism.
