If you were to start a corporation, what would you name it? Well, struggle over a name no more! The website What Brand Are You? is here to help!

Apparently my corporation would be: Cassida. More money than sense.

Oh, the irony....

I need to make sure to get off work on time tonight, plans have been made to go to the Art Walk downtown. I've been wanting to do this for a while, but something always comes up. I'll have to cancel my guitar lesson this evening, but... well... I only practiced a couple of nights this past week. I need a more regular schedule to do this ( Read more... )

Thank you, to everyone who's been putting up with my moody, depressing ass lately. I have good days, and bad days. This past Friday was a very, very bad day, but I had good friends who were willing to go out, have a good time, and try to cheer me up anyway. I think part of my problem is I really need to find new places to go, new things to do ( Read more... )

As soon as my divorce is final, I'm going to be closing on a condo; already have it picked out, placed binder fee, and applying for mortgage. I've been shopping around for things I'll need and trying to figure out how best to balance what I want versus what I need and can afford ( Read more... )

Stomach tied in knots. Why does she feel the need to call me at work, and suggest I'd be happier if I left town? I'm not the one who had it all set up to go to Arizona, only to keep putting it off because I ran out of money.

Just keep reminding myself... getting papers signed today... filing this week... it's almost done.

A couple of days ago I cancelled my World of Warcraft account. I've been thinking about it for a while, and it had just become too easy of an escape. I have too many things I want/need to do, and WoW just sucks up soooooo much time. It hasn't been fun for a while, and I can't keep hiding my head in the sand and expect my life to start straightening ( Read more... )

This just doesn't seem like me.

You Are An ISTPThe Mechanic ( Read more... )

The more I think about it, the more I think I've been fooling myself. I'm sitting in a comfort zone and nothing is ever going to change for me until I break out of it.

I just need to grow some balls and get out of this city. There's nothing here for me anymore.

( Divorce and moving on, happiness seems Mission:Impossible )

I'm getting really tired of "You're too good a friend".