I will never follow through with my craving for a hot fudge sunday from mcdonalds ever again
I went there once this year - Thursday night
and then tonight. I'm done. never again. I can't do it.
I'm glad my body hates McDonalds.
I hate when things sound good, but don't work out in the end.
oh well, i'll keep trying.
story of my life.
I like saying that phrase.
So I was reading in my journal because my internet wasn't working
heaven forbid I have a life outside this virtual world
I hardly ever legit-ly write - it's good to make sure I do that as well
I enjoyed re-reading the few times I did before and I just laughed
I really am funny, but only when I'm alone.
I will share...
"I kept hearing my name and when Troy said it wasn't him, I thought God was trying to talk to me. Then I realized it was just Rand playing his xbox game."
next time, God
"I'm never satisfied with just talking to myself; it makes me wonder who I'm actually talking to."
"Hey if you can't get anybody on the phone I can give you my number! - says the 60 year old man with oxygen tubes next to me at the red light."
"I was actually looking forward to babysitting today. reality - I'm exhausted and counted down the hours. I'm not ready to imagine 24/7 - eternity care. Not yet. My kids are going to read. My kids are going to take naps and become independent quickly."
"just another lesson learned. I wonder how many boy lessons I got left."
"But maybe I am missing something. Maybe I am crazy. No"
"Today I cried, but then I wiped my tears." - that was all i wrote, haha
the story that never ends.
ugh - I'm going to bed now, after I throw up hot fudge sunday
but look. a beautiful flower from my trip out today.
chat more later.
love you. good night.
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