I'm sure no one is following me so I guess I shouldn't feel too bad about not updating this more often. I do, though. When I started this blog, I had the intent of treating as sort of a diary. A place to vent. To bitch. To pour my little black heart out. Alas, it's been a bit of a challenge to find the time amidst work, playing Suzy Homemaker, and finding a minute to ACTUALLY FUCKING RELAX to really do much of anything. I'm going to start. Lately I haven't allowed myself much Me Time. And for a Cancer, Me Time is VERY important. Honestly, I've had so little Me Time that I think I could go schizo-murderous at any second. No bueno. Orange isn't my color.
Nothing is new, though.
I do have a gripe. I'm really tired of people asking me last minute to hang out. Only because they get pissy when I say no. I say no because it's the same people I've told a thousand times "Don't ask me last minute". Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results so does that mean my friends are insane?
