I have absolutely no idea where my life is going from one day to the next. It’s a general, vague statement and I’m sure I’m not the first person on the Earth to make it. If any normal, mentally stable and healthy person had access to my paper & pen blog I’m sure a.) it would be much more entertaining than this little piece of net space and b.) they would surely assume I was completely insane and totally unsafe as a human being. I reread entries from when I was pregnant and the year after that then made a couple new ones. Few and far between, but extremely depressing and bipolar from one entry to the next. I’d hate to think if I die that’s what’s left behind for my family and daughter to remember me by. I’ve been considering tearing all the pages out and starting with something fresh, but the little voice in the back of my head says that just maybe if I’m aiming to leave something behind it should be honest.
On a lighter, less emotionally retarded note: I’ve been dragged into this little thing called prime time television for tweens. Considering no one who is obligated to comment on this through Despair.nu or Exentrique has touched an Xbox outside of Wal*Mart or their boyfriends house (no offense intended) you should know of this crazy little show I speak of: Gossip Girl. However much I wanted to hate this show I am now fully addicted enough to spend time finding them on the internet and watch 9+ episodes of the first season in a row (excluding a few that the sound was jumbled on). All the Idol watchers and pretty little club girls can now rejoice you have another at least half zombie who has joined your ranks. Against my will and only because of my extreme curiosity over the stupid preview I accidentally saw about someone killing someone else and someone coming out of the closet which now that I know the characters for the life of me I can’t remember who was who. The all look like model clones how am I supposed to tell them apart?
I’m so lost and confused lately. While I’m still pushing ahead in life (as much as I can) I often find myself going on auto pilot one too many times a day to be considered safe. Hopefully when I get a job the whole “living constantly in my head” thing will go away and I’ll stop being so…greedy(?) with life. I think given my situation I’ve seriously asked for far too much. Or maybe I’m asking what’s normal and Joe just isn’t selfless enough to give up being a douche. Who knows?
Anywho, since I’d rather not concentrate on the “bad karma inducing things” in my life I have an offer for anyone reading this blog and willing to give me their first and last name + birth date. Free tarot card reading either through e-mail or phone (if I know you personally). I’m testing out my so called “skill” and would like to offer my services more to strangers because I feel as though I might be subconsciously doing cold readings on the people I know even though I’m just reading the cards that pop up. Warning: I’m not Miss Cleo. I don’t claim to be psychic, but I do believe that if used correctly tarot cards work. If you’d like one throw me an e-mail at thegirl AT lesswenchmorehench DOT com with the subject “Hey Bat Girl, READ ME!“
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