Tuesday, December 21, 2010

You like to scream, use words as a weapon.

Blegh. I don't want to get up. This couch is waaaay too comfy.


I've spent the past two days at my Meemaw's, :D
She's so old, I love her.
We had a family reunion; there's some sketchy mofo's in my family. (coughChriscough)
Then me, my brother, my two cousins, my aunt and my Meemaw spent two hours making cookies. We unloaded a package, a tub, and two rolls of cookie dough. I gained twenty pounds just looking at it all. My gingerbread man cookie is obese, :|
If Shannon would hurry up and email me the pictures we took, I'd show you. We're adorable.


I can't do anything right. I'm sorry.



Ugh, I can't wait to go back to see my family again. Mostly Shannon. I don't think she has any idea how much she means to me. She's been through a lot of hell in her life, and she's done the best she can with what she was given. If you can leave the house when you're seventeen, start your own successful business businesses, have two amazing kids and own your own house by your late 30s, you're pretty damn great. I love you, Aunt Shannon.


"If we just give up, give in to the pressure, we’re losing it all, we’re losing control.
I’d give it all up for you."

That's it for now. I gotta' get my butt up so I can get ready for work.



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