Holiday's Are Here!

Winter is officially here. Over the last couple days the snow has started to fall, the tempature has plummetted, and the fucking Christmas decorations have popped up everywhere. I've never really been a big fan of winter. To much snow, to much ice, to little heat. I swear to God, I'm going to end up moving to Georgia. Maybe like Augusta. Near a good friend of mine.

So much has happened since Halloween. I lost my job as a deli worker in Elizabeth then Ryan and I broke up. Well I'm trying to break up with him but he's a stubborn bastard and isn't making it easy. And of course, every time he tells me he loves me and he'll change, I melt. But I don't love him. Not anymore. And I don't miss him either. I miss what we had but that's it. I miss having someone to call my own. Someone I can turn to with tears running down my face and they'll ask who hurt me. Because I deserve that. I deserve to be with someone who'll help me, who'll protect me. I guess when I thought Ryan was perfect for me, I was lying to myself.

Other things that have happened...I started hanging out with my mum's side of the family again. Of course things haven't changed yet with dad's side. Though I did find out Nichole is 8 weeks pregnant. I can't say I'm really surprised that she's pregnant what with Cory living with her and everything but 17 is kind of young to be a mother and her mother (my aunt Debbie) is actually fucking EXCITED her daughter is pregnant. I think it's going to be a girl. Our family seems to have a tradition. The oldest children are almost always girls. Except for with Aunt Mary but she's fucking weird anyways.

Thanksgiving was fairly boring. Not a whole lot happened but that's how most holiday's are around here. There's a reason I've never been big into celebrating. I'll give you one or two guess as to why that is...

With Christmas coming up I've been thinking a lot about what I want...I'd like either a donation to Locks Of Love, St. Jude's, or a gift card. Because as far as materialistic things go, I have no idea what I want. Oh and good books are always welcome.

What else to tell? I'm thinking about writing a book about a woman who just won't die. Over 1000 visits to the hospital and she's still kicking. But not until after Grandma's dead. Until then, a book about a girl and her sexual fantisies.

Well I promise to write more soon but until then, PEACE OUT!