I'm poopy today. Depressed. Something new for me. I'm curled up in a little ball trying to keep warm with the crackberry. Even going tanning, my tan is fading and I'm looking less and less like a California girl. Back to looking like I live in a batcave. I just ate a whole bunch of cookies. Not good. Shit.
Yesterday I was trying to figure out what to do with my life. There are many ways I could go. Some doors get slammed in your face (especially me) but there are other doors opening? Maybe? Maybe Texas is where I'm supposed to go? I don't know anyone there. Talk about scary. Facing a new world like that. But it could be really, really good. I thought about what kind of work I would enjoy. I want to be my own boss. I don't want anyone telling me when I can and can't blog. LOL. I actually thought about something interesting. Owning my own coffee house. I would be good at it, and, well, you know how I feel about coffee...and then once that was running smoothly, I could write.
Just getting some thoughts out.
Sidenote: I just noticed the Governor of Texas is kinda hot. Hehe.