My son is becoming too old; it is literally tearing my into pieces.
I feel claustrophobic right now living in this little, sports obsessed town. If had blond hair, big boobs, and a dumber mentality, I would be OK, but this is not the case.
I am obsessed with this blog, though the writer no longer writes it. I have always wanted to be a carny. According to the writer of this blog, and I believe him, I never woulda made it. I am too much of a princess and I have a super hard time taking shit. Anyway...here is the blog: http://diary-of-a-carny.blogspot.com/
Went to a corn maze today with my family. I am having a hard time recognizing it is autumn. I am sick on kettle corn. The boy is playing his new football video game. The old man just went in for a nap. I need to get more serious about my writing. But there is so much else to do, too.