I don’t feel like making this post. I mean really, I don’t I’m tired– exhausted, even. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I blame my change in eating… I can usually count on something carby and fat laden stuffed into my gullet until I pass out. Then I sleep like the dead and awake, groggy and out of sorts when the alarm goes off. Now, I’m pretty much empty when I go to sleep and I wake up all perky and crap– a 4 am. 4 am is NOT the business.

Anyway, I have to make this post, because I need to be doing things. To stay busy, because like the glamorous socialite that I’m sure you imagine me to be, I am doing laundry. Yep, shoving clothes into a machine so that they can be washed, transferring them to another machine so they can be dried. And then putting them into a basket where they will likely sit until I am ready to wear them and never be put into drawers or hung up. I mean, I’m all about honesty, here.

WHY, must I do laundry, right now at this very minute, and not put it off until the weekend, like normal people? Well… it’s because I’ve put it off all week, first of all, and second of all– I need to pack. View the rest of this entry…

It’s been an emotional week at Chez Jones. Not really drama filled, but lots of introspection and trying to figure out what makes me tick. What do other people see, when they see me? What do others think about me? Am I a good friend? Am I a good person? Do people feel like they can count on me?

And if the answer is no, do I care enough to change? View the rest of this entry…

” ’cause it’s Friday; you ain’t got no job… and you ain’t got sh** to do.”

Yay, it’s Friday!  Friday is my favorite day of the week! Some might ask, why not Saturday?

Well, it hearkens back to my days as a wee one living in a strict household. Every day of the week, we were up at 6am for school or whatever. In the summer we had to be up and out of bed by 9 or somebody’s booty was getting  a visit from the belt. My dad did not abide laying around in bed all day long.  Once, he came home from work for lunch and it was about 11 am and I just hadn’t got up. He drove an old 74 Volkswagen bug that you could hear from a mile away. I remember laying in bed thinking I was getting away with something… and from far away I heard the sound of that Bug approaching. You never saw someone fly out of bed so fast! View the rest of this entry…

I was thinking about a couple of news/entertainment events and so I’ve decided to consolidate my thoughts into a concise post of chaos, which may involve pointing and laughing at stupid people. Ready? Let’s go:

1. They Did What? (aka These Chicks Need Some Serious Therapy)

Unless you live under a rock (and I sometimes do) you’ve heard about these… ladies… that lured a man to a hotel room, held him hostage, and then superglued himself to himself. And in case you didn’t hear, you can read all about it.

Really? I mean…. really? First of all, I guess I am a jaded (I prefer REAL) individual, because I am totally not surprised that a dude was cheating on one woman with three others. I mean, not that I expect it or anything but I must hear two or three stories of infidelity a day, so… yeah. Okay? You find out your dude is sleeping around with more than one other chick and go a lil off the deep end.

My feeling is that I would have to be some kind of crazy to hatch a plan like this and go along with it.  Sure, my girls and I would get some cheesecake or some chicken wings (different situations call for different foods!) and we’d sit down and hash it out and be mad and say all the things we wished we could do.  But then we would build a bridge and get the Hell over it, dump him, move on, get our revenge by living well and all that good stuff.  Lure a dude to a hotel, hold him hostage, GLUE HIMSELF TO HIMSELF?

Doing too much. View the rest of this entry…

Welcome to my blog! Here we go, ya’ll!

If you’re nosy and want more information on me, I’ve typed up a preliminary About Me page here; It’ll change as this blog changes but for now it gives you all the basic information.

I maintain a writing blog but found that I was uncomfortable posting personal stories, rants, raves and information for my ‘writing friends’, but sometimes I just have something to say, and had no place to say it. So, here we are! This blog will be a place for me to wax sarcastic about daily events, chat about my self awareness (or lack thereof), track my personal renovation, or just write down some stuff that I want to look back on and laugh at.

And that’s all I have to say about that.