The Ready Writer

So, my man wants to join the army. I don't know whether I'm happy with his decision or not. It's so many variables to think of when making a decision like that. He's not quite patriotic, but he sees the army as a meal ticket for his family. I can't lie, I'm happy that he wants to do for his child, and I, but I don't think the army is the answer. At the same token, I don't wanna be all against it either. My biggest thing is I just don't wanna feel alone I suppose. But that's just something I might have to deal with. I don't know. But yeah, gotta hit the sack. Until later.

So, I've cleaned up after lazing around for the first part of my day. I can't lie, my room looked like a tornado hit it honestly. Between that and watching my child dig inside of a jar of grease, that was pretty much my day. As boring as the day was, it felt good. It also felt good to have cleared out alot of old things that was sitting around taking up space in my room. It felt good to actually walk inside of my room. The feeling is foreign I'm ashamed to say, but I plan on turning over a new leaf since I need to stay organized. The Capricorn in me needs it, and besides, school is going to start again for me once I get registered and crap.

I guess that's all I have to speak on for now. Until later peoples.