Posty post.
We have been married one month as of yesterday (yay!) and I am so sick of people asking when we are going to have babies, or insinuating that I ought to be planning for such things, or various other implications in that realm. OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP.
(There IS a post that needs to be made about children one of these days, but it will be rambly and thinky and might take a while to coalesce.)
Anyway, today's relevant (but not to the children thing) song lyrics come from "Music for Shoplifting" by Minneapolis hip-hop artist and Doomtree member P.O.S: "You ever feel like you got a closet to clean but you can't find the key; you look but you've lost the damn thing? You ever feel like you know exactly where the fuck it is but you don't want to see?"
Yes, P.O.S, I do feel that way. Often, in fact. There you go.
So yep.
Things are good actually. I did fall down the stairs this morning though, like a dumbass. I think this house is trying to kill me. :-/ (Let's go with that rather than me being weirdly clumsy.)
Baked sandwich bread for the first time yesterday. I are excite.
Peace out.
(There IS a post that needs to be made about children one of these days, but it will be rambly and thinky and might take a while to coalesce.)
Anyway, today's relevant (but not to the children thing) song lyrics come from "Music for Shoplifting" by Minneapolis hip-hop artist and Doomtree member P.O.S: "You ever feel like you got a closet to clean but you can't find the key; you look but you've lost the damn thing? You ever feel like you know exactly where the fuck it is but you don't want to see?"
Yes, P.O.S, I do feel that way. Often, in fact. There you go.
So yep.
Things are good actually. I did fall down the stairs this morning though, like a dumbass. I think this house is trying to kill me. :-/ (Let's go with that rather than me being weirdly clumsy.)
Baked sandwich bread for the first time yesterday. I are excite.
Peace out.