I'm pretty sure this time they're going to fire me at work. Shockingly, I'm not worried, more accepting at this point. Ready to take my medicine like a big kid.

Is it wrong that I hope they do it tomorrow, so I can make a mad dash for Vegas?

She's going to Havasu again for a week with my parents. Her 15th or 20th trip.
She'll be 14 in a few days.
She'll start high school in September.
She wants her eyebrow pierced.
She colored her pretty hair purple.

When did she grow up?

I don't know how I've become such a messy person. I think the sheer volume of things I have acquired is contributing at an alarming rate. Make up? I buy tons of it. Tons! Ditto hair items. And books. And clothes. And shoes. It's almost imporssible for me to throw them out, just in case I might need it.

So how do I curb this urge?

I find myself bored at work a lot. My job doesn't provide me with any sort of challenge or objective. I find myself sitting here on the phone, browsning MC or the news, thinking about how most anyone with rudimentary speech and typing skills could replace me. I need to find something I like, before I lose my mind.

I know how important communication is in interpersonal relationships of any kind, yet it still remains nearly impossible for me to do so. For someone who talks so much, I do remarkably little by way of actual communication. I have a tendency to ignore stuff til I explode. I don't know how to stop. I hate this about myself.