Actual photo of my non existent ass, courtesy of Dozer Emo Boy just remarked at the fabulous mood I’m in… I’m tired. My legs, ass and waist hurt, my house is a wreck and I have no groceries. But, I’m smiling. The Crew and I all went roller skating today. Family fun, met up with J.Pizzle (The Bizzle Partner) and his kids. We all skated, played air hockey, some video games… cheap fun that lasted for hours, and was not chained to a screen or shopping for cack we don’t... 

Pizza. Movies. Bed. The end. NaBloPoMo  

There are days when everything goes just as planned. We wake up, we eat, we go to school or work (or Starbucks), we come home, do homework, play, eat, bathe, clean and go to bed (or work more) and everything is wonderful. In all honesty, those days are pretty rare, since there is always some fire to put out, some strange event that messes up the routine. Lately, its been my arch enemy… the headache. I have a this weird headache issue that comes from a nerve/disc thing in my neck. Its aggravated... 

I have really begun to enjoy the time I volunteer at the Elementary Kids’ school, especially since 75% of my kids are there and its literally a 3 minute walk from my house. That may be a Stepford perk, come to think of it, one of maybe three. The others may revolve around the drama I get to make up while spying on my neighbors. I don’t do that. Much. Today, I was merely an audience member, and book fair chaperone, hopping between two first grade classes full of the most fantastic beings... 

Although I won’t listen, remind me not to stay up late to work if I really don’t have to. I am so effin’ tired, and someone needs to take responsibility for my lousy decision making. This means you, slacker.