This is my whole life...
...or at least I wish it was. Ive got some other STUFF to deal with:
- Alana, when I read what you write and how you write, it makes me want to curl up in a little ball, crawl under a rock, and never again resurface to the world of posting. You're the only person who makes me feel that way- even including ... well, maybe not Harriet Beecher Stowe, but at least Stephanie Myers for sure. You're so much better than the rest of us. Want to buy a new house? Just compile your most racy posts and send them to a publishing agent. I wish I had time to write more.
- Quinn is from Venus, Nicole is from Mars.
- I'd like to be independently wealthy.
- This year I finally realized there is no end to being stretched too thin. No no, I didn't say I was thin. Tisk tisk. Just that I used to exist believing in the pretense that there would come a day of respite from the madness. There would be entire days for me when my life was totally like those perfect women you read about on those "Isn't Life Bliss" blogs. Those ones that sew and bake and make out with their husbands all whilst posting every bit of ooey gooey life-is-delightfulness for us to scathe at. Not Debbie Downer, not even depressed. Simply SLAPPING myself across the forehead that I could have been so naive! Silly me. Silly me.
- Furthermore.... Just WHAT was I thinking showing up to family photographs like this...? I'll have to burn them all.
