It's official. I'm the worst blogger ever. Back in the "old days", I used to keep a LiveJournal. I updated fairly regularly (sometimes too much) for at least 5 years before losing interest. I don't know how I had it in me then, but I never have the gumption to write something here. Maybe that will change. Maybe I just need more interesting things happening in my life so that I don't bore the pants off you.
The good news is, I don't care much about that last post's content anymore. I've seen the ass a few times, but haven't had to talk to him. I do get a little upset when I see him, but promptly forget about him. I no longer think about it constantly, but I must admit that he creeps in my dreams (as a villain) every now and then. I'm at the point now where when I think of it I feel slightly sick. Ew, what was I thinking?
Must. Make. Better. Choices.
Ok, I'm hungry and grumpy. Time for breakfast, followed by a huge cup o' joe. Trying to cut sugar out of my coffee now (this month marks the 1 year mark since cutting out cream.) It's not going so well....wish me luck.