I feel as though I'm singing the Sesame Street song, because once again it's a sunny day.
I was very naughty today :( *hangs head in shame*. As I stated it was a nice sunny day so I took the scenic route and went out for a walk. What was intended to be a healthy bit of exercise turned into a cheeseburger and chocolate milkshake Happy Meal. *SIGH*. Granted it's been like 6 months since I've had any junk food at all and I don't make it a habit. But goodness me. In my defence I was hungry, it was quick and I did walk uphill all the way home. Hopefully it's balanced out.
Last night I spent a lot of time pondering life. Trying to figure out my next move. Do I just pack it all up call the shippers and high tail it back to the sunshine (the real sunshine, that one that tans/burns depending on SPF)? Honestly if it were up to me I'd just pack it in. But even at my age it isn't. I've got a West Indian mother. Need I say more? Voldy used to tell me that me and mommy need to come to a compromise, and she needs to know that I'm a big girl now. Well Voldy is no more so what was said doesn't matter. WRONG. One of the reasons that I get so annoyed with Voldy is that Voldy is usually right about things.
I suppose I would need a source of income. The honeymoon period is over I am no longer ok with not working.It's slightly aggravating actually.
*what's also aggravating is the fact that spell check and picture upload still aren't working for me wtf is up with that????*
I'm not really ready to spend x amount of £££ to gamble on something that may not pan out, but the mommy is, *sighs* so I'm stuck for a bit unless some generous soul wants to sponsor me some of their lottery winnings or offer me a high paying job.
I suppose that I'm just in a melancholy mood again. This is what happens when I'm left alone with my thoughts. Voldy creeps in, I start thinking about everything and stressing about what I have no control over in my life; which is pretty much all of it.
At least it was a good hair day. I will never understand for the life of me what is the fascination men seem to have with curly hair. But whatever floats your boat