i need a muse.

I cannot seem to find the inspiration I need to consistently and passionately write in my journal. I hover between wanting to share and not. To trust or not to trust. I loathe the mundane, yet I live the mundane.

Let’s bullet the mundane:

♫ work–blah.  I was hideously rich in a former life and this work shit is killing me now.  If I want spending money it is off to work I go. Gathering around the good stuff.

♫ Bills, Bills, what Bills to pay or not to Pay this week? Those bastards at T-Mobile will get the Family Plan amount bend you over and screw you amount of about a buck fiddy.  Bastards.

Student Loan. Grey Honda needs tires. Gas Bill. On an on and on it goes.

♫ The Boys.  The boys they want outrageously priced tennis shoes and basketball and football jerseys that cost an arm and a mother fucking leg.  Eldest son is currently found his own form of Gambling. Gambling named EBay. The buy it now feature really appeals to the "I gotta-have-it-now"  mentality of a 14 year old.

♫ The Husband. SOS. working. Playing stupid, stupid mind games with the time we do have together. Whatev’. Men. pffffft.

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ok, mundane is over. updates.

» eldest child joined the football team. He’s been lifting m-w-f! Very excited about it, he says "he is really into it"

» eldest daughter is still gainfully employed.  Can I hear a "HELLYA!??!!"  She’s subsequently become a vagabond, hippie, living from place-to-place trying-to-find-herself kind of child as of late. But you know what? That is all good.  She is learning, discovering and finding her place in this world.  I did good, no I did GRAND with this one. I am polar opposite in comparison of my relationship with my mom. Polar-fucking-opposite. Breaking the chains mother fuckers, breaking the chains.

» Speaking of Tara, her cat had kitties well over a month ago. The cat had a litter of 4, 2 made it. The last one was still born and had to be pulled out. It was heart-wretching.

Here’s the proud Mamma, the babies look awfully big for newborns dont they? I thought they had a hella lot of hair for day-old kittens.  But then my boys had all’otta hair too, little monkeys.

I’ll end this entry with my boys and their super-cool basketball shirts that they eat, sleep & breathe in…