Tuesday is Therapy Day.

Hey. Hello. It's Meghann.

So, seeing as my quarter life crisis has started half a year early, I figured keeping a log of it wouldn't be a half bad idea. For those of you blatantly unaware: I was dumped by the love of my life (currently known as jock-strap) via text message incredibly abruptly. Just as that scab was healing over, I lost my job. Not only did I lose my job, but on my way out I was treated to fun filled 'you're fucking incompetent' speech. Fantastic. So, here I am- a single momma to Miss Grace (the cutest mutt to ever exist) and painfully unemployed.

Alright, now that the explanation bullshit is out of the way, let's get to it. Today was therapy day. My therapist basically told me that my current state of 'holy-fuck-my-life' is my own doing and that I need to get my shit together. Alright, fair enough. It's true, my room looks worse than it did when I was six years old, I haven't written a single cover letter and I've been sitting at home all day, everyday. Fucking shit, I hate when I'm wrong.

I cleaned up some of my clothes tornado. I wanted to sell some of my clothes to Plato's Closet but I don't have a lot of baby slut wear. So, it's not working out too well on that front.

As for tonight, I'm going to my last photo-shop class. Joy. I really don't have to energy to listen to this old cracker go on and on about her kids and scrap booking. I will require some mad coffee and comfy pants to make it through this one.

So, no. I haven't quite kicked ass and definitely haven't taken names. I'm still procrastinating on cleaning. I did write a cover letter and apply for a kick ass job as a receptionist at a rad architecture firm. Hopefully I'll at least hear a 'No' instead of the nothing at all. Or, maybe a Fuck Yeah. I'd prefer that. As for a first blog, this one kind of blows ass- but it will improve as time wears on.