I'm with the quickness-challenged.

I'm really not sure where to begin. I suck at blogging. But we know this already.

So in 24 hours surrounding election day. We elected our first African American president, a portion of my house fell on me, and I had to call 911. Such an eventful week this was. I love it. I'm bruised, I'm sore, and Tara gave me happy pills. Gotta love that betch.

I know this is random. But maybe one day, I'll get back into blogging...Back when life was bliss, and friends didn't have such petty trust and loyalty issues. Back when selling out was hard to do.

I miss this.

Bye.

Oh the universe.

I am such an ass. Life has gotten the best of me, and I've failed to update the few fans that actually read this garbage I call my life. So much has happened. So much growing up. I can't even grasp the thought of my so called bliss.

I've moved twice this year. Once to a shit-tay apartment in the ghetto, that made me ill. We get all settled in, only to find out that they are tearing down our so called home. Which lead us to our cute little house in Denton's version of Bel-Air. I love it. It's a cute little house I share with two room-mates. Stephen is the Jack to my Karen, and well Eryn's the red-headed step child. Literally.

It's funny. Now that I pay my bills and my portion of the rent. I appreciate my mother so much more. I've found my inner domesticated housewife. And I find myself in a constant state of annoyance when I find dirty dishes in the sink, when I know how easy it would have been to put them in the dishwasher. Or when I find shoes on the floor, after I've vacuumed. I know how liberating it must have felt for my mother to throw them into my room. My mother is getting the biggest kick out of my rants. I let her laugh, because she deserves it. It's some sort of sick pleasure for her. So the jist of the story. For the first time in my adult life. I have a clean room, that stays clean.

Batista the wrestler happened to walk into the Lewisville I-Hop when I was enjoying a tasty meal here recently. And yes. We are still talking about it. Because I'm an obsessive dork like that.

I finally made it to Disneyland this year. What a life changing experience that was. It's probably one of the funnest days I've ever had. And I can't wait to go back. Props to Lo and Kiki for their awesome Disney tour guide skills.

I've lost some friends this year and I've gained many in return. It's sad how some of us grow apart. But in the end I don't love them any less. A part of me will always be grateful for their aid in my personal growth.

Sorry for the delay...