Let's make life complicated. I feel like if I had a tag-line for my life, that would be it. Because things can be totally undramatic for only a brief period of time before complications begin.
On a happier note, I opened Pandora radio with every intention of searching a specific song (which song I've already forgotten), but before I could, Konstantine by Something Corporate started playing. It has been way too long since I listened to this song. I never got into music like a lot of my friends did. I like it okay, but songs generally don't make me cry and I have a hard time getting too excited about new albums. But Konstantine was always one of those exceptions. One of those songs that made me feel connected to a thousand other people all at the same time, and kind of like I'm floating. Which sounds a lot like what I imagine the effects of marijuana to be. I have no interest in finding out, though. I'll just listen to Konstantine.
So yeah, life is complicated. But I have no intention of spilling my guts on the internet, because I know that is silly and potentially dangerous. So I'll leave it vague.
Something I do feel comfortable talking about is the US government, and all their bullshit lately. I've never been a huge fan of the current regime here in the US of A, but lately they're starting to piss me off. Namely, funding cuts for Planned Parenthood. What the fuck? It's not like that money is going to abortions, it's going to STD screening, birth control, etc. You know, that important stuff. Their abortion money comes from other sources. Which is whatever; I'm pro-choice, and I think that anyone who thinks they can tell another person what to do with their own body is out of their mind. If men could get pregnant, abortions would be government funded. No doubt in my mind. How could they rule the country if they had to carry a baby to term?
On that note, if anyone reads this within the next couple of weeks (unlikely, but worth a try), sign this:
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I have got to sleep; the baby has been waking up at eight in the morning, which is tough when I only get a couple of hours of sleep. Last night I was over caffeinated (my fiance's family's fault--they always get me this huge Coke, which I can't help but drink) and didn't get to sleep until three. The baby was up at seven-thirty. Needless to say, there was definite nap-age.