when it all comes down to a sunrise on the east side...

Lately I've been randomly bursting into tears for absolutely no reason.
I'm not trying to be emo, at all. I'm just saying. Its really weird and kind of annoying. I mean... okay, Grey's is a sad show sometimes, but is it really necessary for me to cry during pretty much every single episode? I'll tell you the answer to that. Absolutely not.

Whatever.

I'm feeling stressed just about to the breaking point and I can't really figure out why. Yes, my job is kind of stressful. But... actually, fuck that. That was stupid. I make coffee. COFFEE. That's all. And no, it isn't as easy as some might think but really, it shouldn't be stressful. At all. But it is.

I miss my mom a lot and that's stressing me out.

The day that I get to bring Charlie home is the 5th anniversary of my Grandma dying. 9/17. My mind = blown.

Its time for another tattoo.

I ordered "In Defense of Food" from Amazon yesterday. Along with Chihuahuas for Dummies. =) But I heard good things about it, and I've been epically failing at reading lately. I have about 5 books on my nightstand that I got halfway through and stopped. Its really kind of pissing me off, its very unlike me. So I'm hoping I'll find this one interesting. Not that I'm a big health nut but... its something I've been thinking more about lately.

This is complete rambling nonsense and I'm going to bed now.