I am lame.
ashamed.
mad.
panicked.
lost.
happy.
excited.
confused.
already going through withdrawls.

I quit Facebook. 

I already feel like I was just cut off from the outside world. 

You makin' fun of me? Go for it. Then you try it and see how amazing you feel. I know the sensations I am feeling won't last long. I think it's just shock. So much time has been wasted on this online lifestyle and it is no longer there. 

My app is gone. My phone now has a free space on the first page. It's lonely. Hahaha. 

I'm sure my phone will appreciate the battery life left. No more notifications, no more checking compulsively, and no more stalking. I am living in the Twilight zone. 

I have no cable. I know, what is wrong with me? So, my outside world notifiers are gone. (I wont be missing them come next election I can promise you that.)

With all this whining, I do truly hope that I'll love this new "Facebook Freedom" that I won't come back. That's not how I am feeling right now--- maybe ask me in a week. Haha 

Stupidity at its finest. 

Well, so it begins. Here's to 6 weeks+ of Facebook dieting cold turkey style. 

xoxo, 

Megan 

Ok, so I'm not Catholic (nor do I feel the need to repent my sins online publicly) but I feel that after tomorrow I will miss the ocassional thought of "oh, I feel like posting that today." No, I will not be posting often, but I would like to be able to babble and "confess" my thoughts on how I am feeling at that very moment in time. 

So this brings me to Confession #1

-I hate that I do not feel motivated to anything with my day till I am showered, hair done, etc- even if I'm not going anywhere. I know, pointless. Doesn't change the fact that my personal image is now squeaky clean, but therefore my house is not. 

Quitting Facebook was supposed to make my life "easier".... "simpler." 

Psh.... not if you're part of a gang squad called Mamarazzists. 

Hhhhhhhapppy Friday!!! Well, unhappy Friday for me. We just got home from dropping off Winnie with her dad for the weekend. The usual every other weekend. Don't get me wrong.... sometimes the break is quite fabulous, but now that we have Emery we don't get the usual "we can be married and mingle" weekends anymore. We hardly ever get out. Actually, let me rephrase that. We never get out. Alone even. Ever. 

Which brings me to his birthday- and why I suck at life. 

Where have I been? I know some of you may have been thinking that I already got over my blog and moved on... but no. 

I've been dying.