I created this website so that I would have an outlet. Not to gain an audience. Although I have lost all four of my best friends to distance over the past year and am indeed feeling very lonely. I need someone to talk about my day with, someone to vent to, someone to share the good and the bad with. I can’t find that person IRL, so I’ve decided to take what I do have (this blog) and utilize it. I need to write, I love to write. I miss writing! But sometimes I feel like I have nothing to write about, or that what I’m saying is interesting to anyone besides myself. But. I don’t care. Not anymore. I’m a lurker by nature, I’ve always been shy, which sometimes makes it hard even on the internet to open up and be the first to say hello.

But here I am! Hello!

So here’s where things stand, the crossroads that I am facing in so many areas of my life right now.

My crossroads aren't this hot.

My mother is sort of crazy. It’s a long story, or rather many long stories that make up my life, so just take my word for it. She’s nuts.

I had my daughter when I was nineteen, bought a trailer (mobile home, shack on wheels, whatever you care to call it) and moved it next door to my parents (separated, but dad has his own trailer on the property) (I’m not as redneck as I look) (this is called poverty, friends) on my mom’s land.

Huuuuuuuuge mistake.

Regardless of the history, and for no specific reason in particular I am ready to move away from my parents. I never planned on staying in this small town (we moved from Chicago forfucksake) and I’m secure enough as a parent and a woman to branch out. It’s time.

Except my glamorous job at McBurger’s (as a manager in training) has the potential to start being worth the back breaking hours I put in. Our store was recently bought by a man who is willing to put the money into the equipment we need to be able to really start breaking records. We’re a small town but our store kept up and surpassed many of the stores in larger areas in sales. Because we’re awesome. ;) And now with this new guy around to really grow the store it’s kind of an exciting prospect. So I’m tempted to stick it out and see what happens (even though some of the new rules imposed make it feel more like working inside prison) (except prisoners are allowed to show their tattoos) (I have to wear a cut off tube sock around my forearm) (seriously it looks like the entire crew caught a flesh-eating virus) even though I’m very ready to be done with this area.

But honestly, I’m fried, and the publish button is calling my name.