I still find it difficult to believe that I’m going to be twenty-two in fourteen days. It just… doesn’t seem fathomable. Sometimes I seriously wonder where the time went. It feels like I went to bed seventeen, holed up in the basement of my parents house, with my coffee and my cigarettes, and woke up twenty-two, on my own, practically married to the love of my life, with five cats and some on the way. I don’t know. The entire concept of getting older scares me, but I feel this is a good, promising age for me. I have the feeling that I’m going to accomplish something good at this age. What that is… well, we’ll have to see.

I’ve decided that I work too much. My hours at work have been cut, but I’m still sitting at about 30 hrs/week, while my co-workers are getting like… 12 and 16 hrs. Some of them are only working one shift a week. I get three days off this week, but I’m going to ask for the days surrounding my birthday off, so my tattoo gets a chance to (sort-of) start to heal before I go back to work. Jason better give them to me, because I’ll just call in if he doesn’t. I’m not hauling freight with a fresh tattoo on my arm, no sir.

My three days off this week are going to be dedicated to cleaning house, cleaning up this domain and getting a new layout up, and relaxing with heaps of books. The house isn’t too bad… it’s just the living room carpet that is going to take most of my attention. I better get help from the boyfriend too, or there’s going to be a rumble going on. I need to get everything nice and sparkly for Adam’s visit in March. Just because I live in the slums, doesn’t mean the inside of my house has to look like it.

I need to get ready for work. I don’t want to… but I must. Ugh. I’ll post again probably on Monday.

EDIT: I completely forgot to post this little goody, for all of my affiliates and visitors. Have a wonderful Valentines Day!