I refer to the lady who lives at the end of my street as the "cat lady". I have my reasons as to why she is called that. This lady fits the name. Shes an avid gardener. Anyway. This woman bought her daughter a house in our cul-de-sac. The daughter is also quite the gardener. I must say both of the yards are a little to much for me. Cat lady and her daughter went on vacation to Florida, and asked me to take care of her cats, meaning feed them, and clean out kitty litter. The next day I go over. Little did I know, that I would be hit in the face with the most un welcoming smell. The air reeked of urine and just nasty things. All her cats started gathering around me. Seriously, Im not a fan of cats, they kind of creep me out. I didn't know that the cat lady had five litter boxes in her house either. This was the worst experience of my life. Never ever do I want to take care of cats, AGAIN.

March 25

I woke up at 9:26 today. Four minutes till my actual alarm was suppose to go off.  Reaching for my phone like I do every morning, I turned off my alarm. I finally got out of bed and made my way to the shower. After showering, I brushed my teeth, put some toner and then moisterizer on my face. Blew dry my hair, then straightened it. Finally put my work clothes on which I might add are rather comfy. I finally walked into the kitchen to grab some food for the long day I had ahead of me. My dad called me, which made me mad. I hate when anyone calls me when I'm getting ready cause I dont have that much time. I can get ready an in hour, with no disturbances. I don't text or mess with my phone at all. This is crucial time haha. After it being 10:30, it was time for me to leave. I grabbed my car keys, locked the front door, unlocked my car, threw all my stuff in the seat and then started my car. I  drove the usual way to work. Which is West By Pass to the James River Highway, take the national exit , drive down national, take a right on walnut. Boom youre at my work. I walked through the door of the business and I knew it was bound to be a busy day. From 11-7 I worked non stop, helping customers, doing shipment, answering the phone, ringing up customers. The day flew by! Before I knew it, I was already counting the register down, waiting to batch. Finally at seven i locked the door, turned the lights off, and went out the back door. Got in my car, and realized I needed gas. Its one of those things where you know you should have done it before work. I finally drove home, ate dinner, brushed my teeth, laid in bed and went to sleep city. It was only about 8:15. SAD.


I worked the majority of Tuesday.

From the sounds of it, you would think Im really busy. And it probably sounds like I have no life on Tuesdays. But its true, 11-7 kicks my butt.I feel like an old person. Young people aren't suppose to get this tired this easily. I dont even think i have time to think

Fear

FEAR

My biggest fear is growing up and being alone and never getting married. I want to be married at some point although I hear being married isn’t all cracked up as people make it sound. As im getting older im realizing how much work is needed to make a relationship work. Im fearful of divorce. Ive seen it happen with my mom and dad. I don’t want it to have the same effect on my children and have it scar them. Im probably the least affectionate person in the world. I decided to live with my dad, and since I lived with my dad obviously I wasn’t hugging my dad all the time or telling him I loved him. My mom and i stopped being so close to eachother. She holds a grudge saying that the reason why we are the way we are is because I chose to live with my dad. To be honest I don’t even know who my mother is. Shes done

a lot of things in the past that me and my brother don’t really approve of. We question who this mother is. I feel like she thought she was done raising me. And she doesn’t even really talk to me all that much. Its only when I call her. I get mad at her easily. And I feel bad when my mom asks me to tell her I love her. But I just can’t. Its not that I don’t love her. I do. But I just don’t like to say it.