I’m done with this URL. Why I ever used my name is beyond me. I’m moving to a new domain but it won’t be up until next weekend and even then, I’ll only be sharing with a few people. Until then I’ll be posting on a temp site, simply for the purpose of 365.
Best Friday night ever. 4 hours of Mario Kart. I <3 Wii.
You know you’re jealous!
What goes up must come down...I’m about to crash. I had my first sugar high in months today. Twizzlers and ice cream were on the menu for breakfast (yes, breakfast) and lunch and I expect that in 5 minutes I will be dragging as if I haven’t slept in months.
In other news - I’ve been having some interesting dreams lately. Dreams that include babies and being knocked up. Is that supposed to mean something? Oh dear…
Yeah, I’m totally going to see NKOTB in September. Heh!
Good grief. I tried to keep my packing to a minimum but now that I’m unpacking, I’m finding that I really didn’t do so well. I also didn’t keep my spending to a minimum either, also evident by the contents of this overstuffed suitcase. Will I ever learn? Heh. No.
30 could be so much fun?! We’re back. I have posts written for the past week that need to be typed up and posted but it will have to wait. I’m just to damn tired right now. I guess that is to be expected being ‘old’ and all that 
No I just don’t wanna, so I’m walking away
There is nothing that you can do I will not stay
No I don’t need drama, so I’m walking away
Yeah I am a girl with a lot on her plate
To the Good Life.
But now with words.
After a day to reflect on the weekend, a weekend of incredible weather which kept me outside every possible second, I realized that I’ve been suffering from winter...errr ...burn out (?) more so than ever before. I’m so done with winter, not just for this year but for good. I need to move my self to the West Coast. If only I could convince the husband to go along with that statement. Le sigh. Anyways, this winter burn out? I’m pretty positive its the reason why I’ve completely withdrawn from pretty much everything and everyone over the last month. Being trapped indoors morning, noon and night with windows closed and what not took a toll. Winter can kiss my ass.
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Colleen is 29 yrs old and lives with "The Husband" somewhere between Boston and Cambridge. (Ok, this is no longer true but I'm still not ready to admit to this)
Her days are spent searching for needles in haystacks and hugging her coach bag. Her nights are spent doing anything but house work.
