Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust...

23 years and 2 minutes ago (it's currently 10:20 am), I was born.

Hooray.


Ive been try to recollect what happened in the last year of my life. If we start with May 03 last year:

I was blown of by pretty much everyone on my birthday. Jessika is the only person who actually went out with me. She spent my entire birthday with me, litterally. It really showed me who was really a friend and who really didn't care that much. From there I had a relationship that was all smoke and mirrors (and blogs) for about 2 months.

Then the same week I got an awesome job and decided to forego San Francisco and the art school I was accepted to, I met the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. Cory. We talked and dated for about a month before anything was made 'official.' We had a lot of good times including but not limited to: Halloween parties, Christmas parties, Six Flags, Trans SIberian Orchestra in Birmingham...etc. etc.

By the end of 2007 I was working 60 hours a week and making bank at work. But it wasn't all as great as I thought it was going to be. If it weren't for some of the people I worked with, I would have killed myself everyday.


In february someone snitched and I got fired based on the rumor that I planned to leave the company. But it turned out okay because I went on a cruise and got to move in with Cory.

Now I have a brand new job, a new house, the most amazing boyfriend in the world, I'm all signed up to go back to school in the fall, and maybe just maybe everything it working out how it's supposed to.