I can’t talk about one specific aspect of my life in great detail, so I have to resort to bullet points. It’s become that sad, people, and if I sit down and think about it too long, I’ll lose it. So, instead of real bullets, I’m using the next best thing.

-. Sometimes, Christians are the worst people to work with or for. With all of the shit that has been happening in my life right now, that is all that I can say. One, so I don’t get fired unjustly (OH WAIT…) and two, because I don’t want to get incredibly flipping angry right now. I still have to write these poop faces a response. (I’m sorry I’m being so cryptic about this right now.)

-. This play that I’m in? Stressing me out. I always forget how introverted I am until 5 people are all up in my face all of the time. I know it’s silly, but if you’re in high school and you have a crush on me, just remember that I only look 16 and that I’m actually 25. So, just because I’m married doesn’t mean that you can’t be nice to me even though you were trying to flirt with me yesterday. YES, I’M MARRIED. I CAN BE MARRIED. AND YES, I CAN DRIVE A CAR. I PAY MY OWN BILLS AND EVERYTHING. AND NO, I DO NOT LIKE IT WHEN YOU CONSTANTLY CALL ME MING-MING. *deep breath* Oh, and brush your teeth because your breath? Smells like dog shit.

-. Oh, wait. Work and the play are the only things that are stressing me out? That’s nice. Because I only spend 100% of my day doing only those two things. I know that the latter is my own fault, but I just thought it would be nice to do something fun for a change. Guess being in a play akin to a badly made Pocahontas wasn’t the play to make that happen. Maybe next time. Right? (quote from the play, “You can’t close the acorn once the oak begins to groooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwww.” Quality stuff.)

-. T-minus 2.5 weeks until the beach! Yay for really hot sun (let’s hope it stays this way) and waves and relaxation and ice cream on the dock with my husband and his family. Let’s hope I still have a job when I come back…