we are not going away... we will not die secret deaths.
[insert picture of soap suds everywhere... HERE. actual picture to come at a later date]
8. Never, I mean NEVER put Joy in the dishwasher. You will only come home to a white, snowy mess of soap suds all over the kitchen, and it will take an obscenely long time to get rid of all those suds.
"...in this world there's a kind of painful progress... longing for what we've left behing, and dreaming ahead." Angels in America
i question everything. myself, my major, my life. but instead of getting sucked into those thoughts for the entire night, i immerse myself in homework. two hours working on a design project which still isn't done. my hand cramping up too much to continue. cramps do not equal straight and perfect lines.
tonight was more lonely than most. work helps. riding my new bike helps. my sit bones are sore from the narrow seat.
how could you do nothing and say i'm doing my best...
exhausted. and i'm becoming the regular house woman. baking, cooking, cleaning, creating soap sud disasters. lucille ball would be proud.
8. Never, I mean NEVER put Joy in the dishwasher. You will only come home to a white, snowy mess of soap suds all over the kitchen, and it will take an obscenely long time to get rid of all those suds.
"...in this world there's a kind of painful progress... longing for what we've left behing, and dreaming ahead." Angels in America
i question everything. myself, my major, my life. but instead of getting sucked into those thoughts for the entire night, i immerse myself in homework. two hours working on a design project which still isn't done. my hand cramping up too much to continue. cramps do not equal straight and perfect lines.
tonight was more lonely than most. work helps. riding my new bike helps. my sit bones are sore from the narrow seat.
how could you do nothing and say i'm doing my best...
exhausted. and i'm becoming the regular house woman. baking, cooking, cleaning, creating soap sud disasters. lucille ball would be proud.