Lord help me, I need a change. My days consist of this...I wake up and of course, I thank god for another morning he's blessed me with. I hop my happy ass outta bed and tend to my baby girl, my Yorkie Ming. Thank god for Ming, my savior. Anyway, throughout the day I puttsy around (as my pappy Plutch used to say, God rest his soul) cleaning up the house, posting cars online and making appointments. I even have time to play my online games at some point. And in between all of that, I do my two-hour routine to get ready for the day. Yep, it takes me to hours to get ready every day from start to finish. And that's not counting a shower. What can I say, its hard work being beautiful. Usually, by the time all of that is done its always around the same time. Instantly there's a feeling that comes over me because I know what's to come. His arrival home from work. Granted it hardly ever starts out bad by the end of the night I'm done with the day. At some point, there is always a fight and I revert back to my bubble. I've really been trying to go out and spend time with him but within ten minutes we are fighting again and I'm gathering my belongings to run back to my room.