So I've seen my husband and he looks ok. I saw his car... it's definitely totaled. There isn't even a trunk anymore.

I need a chocolate cake.

I need a better job, by Wednesday.

We need a new car. I'd prefer if it was less than 10 years old.

I am over life.

I hate being an adult, why do we want to grow up when we are little. I suppose it's just a case of things being greener on the other side. But I would gladly go back to an 11:00 curfew, allowance for making my bed and doing dishes and meals cooked by someone else if it meant I didn't have to buy cars, and houses and save for retirement that I will probably never see. I am going to be the 85 year old cashier at the grocery store. And no one will want to go through my line because I'm so old ans slow.

Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Depressed. Those don't even begin to cover what I am feeling.


  1. I am glad he is okay. The bright side to this is that at least he enjoys riding his bike to work. And that he enjoys calf muscles.

  2. I am soo sorry. Stupid car accident. Being a grown up is superty duperty hard. You're right. I hate it a lot of the time. Don't worry though, there are a lot of benefits too.

    like sex

    and drinking


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