Is it wrong?

I mean seriously.

We heard that on a commercial this weekend driving to St. Pete (one of my favorite places in FL). "Seriously." WTF is that supposed to mean?

Anyhoo. Is it wrong to not want to be June Cleaver? Or to not have a career. Sometimes when I go to work I think, why do I torture myself so? Why do I continue to put on the facade when I'm really not that chick in corporate clothing? Where's the pink-headed punk who looks like she's got no ambitions? Am I going to be that crotchety old lady who hates everyone cuz life fucking sucked for her because of her choices?

I don't want to be her. She's a bitch. I'm not a bitch... well... all the time. I'm pretty much happy. I thought with my etsy shop I would be happy. But the truth is I haven't got any damned time. Truthfully all I do is pout.

I need a break, with pay :)

My husband pretty much has an awesome job, which we could live off his salary. But NOOOOOO, we actually have to HAVE things... like a home. Dammit!

I'm going to see Morrissey. Oh yes. I am.