Mj the Destroyer

Pop Tarts for Breakfast…

It is January. January is usually a time to reevaluate one’s diet and buy planners and to organize all the crap you are unwilling to throw away. It is a new start, a clean slate…

For me January is always so scary. I say this because I was born in January, and ever since I was a little girl I have felt that my birthday is cursed. I don’t say this to get attention or for anyone to feel pity towards me, or to receive a few more gifts…I say this because it is true. This is a secret that I share because I need to let the universe know that I see what it is doing and I am choosing not to deal with it right now!

Here is an example…

Heath Ledger died on my birthday. I loved Heath Ledger… he was my high school girl, he is so dreamy, I have a huge poster on my door kind of love… I was crushed! 

This year…

The company I worked for asked each department to cut 10% of their budget. This means lay offs, pay cuts, and tears. I also got into a really bad car accident - in which the only car I own will probably be totaled. Awesome…  

I realize the second example is much worse than the first… but honestly if I get into all the curses - I am going to come off crazy and whinny.

I swear to you every year it is something crazy, bizarre, and stressful.  My stress level has hit an all time high - I have been eating nothing but Pop Tarts. Pop Tarts for breakfast… Pop Tarts for lunch…