Hi LJ!

Being a grown up is weird. I think, when you're a little kid, you think that adults know everything, they have all the answers, and they've long since brushed off their childish instincts ( Read more... )

Dear boyfriend ( Read more... )

Everything is terrible and awful and the world is a stupid place and I can't stop crying.

So many goddamn people have successful pregnancies by accident, why is it that my planned one got so fucked up?

All I want to do is cry for the rest of forever.

I'm pregnant.

What a weird thing to say.

 Oh no. Please tell me I didn't hear one of my chickens try to crow...

 Chickens.
They're stupid. Like really stupid.

If I ever questioned the fact that I eat chicken, it's all resolved now.

I've been growing things ( Read more... )

Also? I want to live in the country, and have acres of land at my disposal.

I want solar energy, wood-burning stoves, the cluckings of winged animals, a happy dog pursuing squirrels, and naked barefootedness while the world stresses around me.

I so desperately want chickens living in my back yard.
And for it to be summertime.
Or next winter, when I'll have tons and tonnes of homegrown veggies frozen and canned and sauced and saved.