I am here. I am moving, again. Summer can't come fast enough.

Howdy. So life is weird.... I mean I feel like somedays I am at war with my landlord/manager/chick who sleeps on the couch of the condo because she can. My stoner gay guy across the hall drives me slightly up the wall. The only cool guy is the Asian dude, Matt, who watches Heroes with me on Monday nights because he's fun to hang out with. But yeah ( Read more... )

I moved from Newport to Fullerton after a nasty fight with my mom and a few days being homeless. Paying my own rent.

I went to the beach with the kids today. Sun burnt, sand in my holes (downstairs holes yes), and I exhausted. I am just thinking... after today with a schlep of 3 kids to the beach with a total of 3 adults, I still am tired. I don't want kids. I'll be the aunt!

I bought $10 pants today. 1 size too small, but $10.

I am trying to write my bio for work. How about "Kim is the best preschool teacher out there? What other teacher shows their coinslot while doing yoga with the kids?" Would that fly?

I am rad though, lesson planned until August.

I went to the town I grew up in. It was weird.

My bra hurts. I am tempted to take it off ( Read more... )

I thought I should post ( Read more... )

I told all of my kids to wear their rain weather gear and guess what? I don't have any.

I bunch of my journal entries were pre-dated due to my mom's lovely computer and her lovely love of opening every email. So the dates are all off. That's why I haven't been posting stuff.

Long story short: apparently I am not working hard enough at my new job.