garbage dump

dear journal,


i feel like a garbage dump tonight.
really, i do.
and i am not ok with this.


i love to travel, but i hate the 'hangover' that accompanies all the traveling.
jet lag. (no bueno)
eating out (no bueno)
lack of exercise (no bueno)
loss of sleep (no bueno)


you get the point.  
i returned from a week-long trip and i am pooped.
i am taking a 3 day weekend because i feel exhausted.
i feel like there's so much to catch up on, ya know?


but i also love the feeling of coming 'home'
to the place where i belong and feel happiest.
there's something about the smell of my car.
feeling the happiness from roommates as i'm greeted home.
sleeping on my own couch.
walking around my own house with my shoes off (i hate hotel rooms...yuck)


so, this journal entry is pretty much pointless i realized.
i am just going off about how tired i am and complaining.
but sometimes, i have to vent and let it all out...so i can get back to my normal happy-self.
(at least i think i'm a happy person...haha - jokes on me)


in happier news...it's the weekend tomorrow and i am ready to relax with the ladies.


(and some gents maybe...but don't get me started on that.  i feel like my love life has come to a sudden halt and i have no motivation to put myself out there right now...eeek.)


i was supposed to do something with this cutie (i've coined that phrase btw - if you spend a day with me, cutie will become the foundation of your vocab) but he is terrible at getting back with me, i've been out of town, and i don't want to make the first move here.


blasted dating.
when will the madness end?


well, it's 'late' and i have a busy day ahead...
gym, getting a massage, sleeping in, laundry...i might barely make it out with my life tomorrow.  yowzah.


love always,


ashley