Why Does It Always Rain On Me? Is It Because I Lied When I Was Seventeen.

I haven't posted much recently because I really don't have anything to say.

Work is doing pretty good. I always complain before I have to go and once I'm home, because I'm usually fucking tired as hell, but at my work I love my job. Except when Reecie Pieces decides to make an escape because let me tell you that boy can run fast for his age. I can't just walk fast to catch him, I literally have to run. And then he giggles at me when I grab him. On Friday, Brady Rice decided to be stuck to my hip and demand that I spin in circles with him. Over all the kids I work with are pretty good and listen surprisingly well for 1-3 year olds. We are about to split into groups with the kids and I laughed because of course Beth demanded for me to be in her group. I love how much my co-workers love me and I have only worked there for a week.

So yesterday I got a text that upset me, just a little, and I got into my car and just started driving. Next thing I know I'm sitting in the parking lot of my old karate studio in Staunton so I texted my brother, no not Sean and yes he is still in Japan. My brother was about to go out for food and invited me to go with him so we went and had sandwiches. I laughed because both of us are in the literally same place when it comes to relationships. I felt bad seeing my brother upset though. We sat there for forever because neither of us wanted to be alone and then ended up back at his house watching Man vs. Wild which was funny.

Esme came over last night because she was avoiding her house, for very good reasons. ("If you put your two fingers together...") We basically did nothing but sit around and I complained which I feel like I do all the time now, kind of hate it. But I seriously think Esme gave me the best advice so far then anyone else. She kind of gave me the answer I had been waiting for or maybe just helped push me in the right direction.