Last.Night
Watched some Discovery Channel...faux-intellectual programming on the alleged discovery of Nefertiti's mummy. Which, of course, filled me with horror.
Yet another uneventful day: morning up and helped out in the kitchen, noon-ish, shopping, errands, waited on line (in line?) for Lora so that I could get her tickets to Drag Bingo. Tonight, stayed at home, put together a puzzle of a humpbackwhale breaching (one of the least common behaviors, actually, contrary to popular television programming) with the kid, played Lincoln Logs with the kid, fed the kid, let the kid watch cartoons (hence the online behavior).
But I am tan, I think. And that is all that matters.
Last night also watched a program about plastic surgery and these insane people who get it. It doesn't look...to me...to be worth doing even though I have always acknowledged that if it were offered to me for free, I'd be...amenable to at least considering something.
I know. Goes against all my principals...and, yet...cultural/social pressures are...
so...heavy...
too...heavy.
Must. Have. Larger. Breasts.
Yet another uneventful day: morning up and helped out in the kitchen, noon-ish, shopping, errands, waited on line (in line?) for Lora so that I could get her tickets to Drag Bingo. Tonight, stayed at home, put together a puzzle of a humpbackwhale breaching (one of the least common behaviors, actually, contrary to popular television programming) with the kid, played Lincoln Logs with the kid, fed the kid, let the kid watch cartoons (hence the online behavior).
But I am tan, I think. And that is all that matters.
Last night also watched a program about plastic surgery and these insane people who get it. It doesn't look...to me...to be worth doing even though I have always acknowledged that if it were offered to me for free, I'd be...amenable to at least considering something.
I know. Goes against all my principals...and, yet...cultural/social pressures are...
so...heavy...
too...heavy.
Must. Have. Larger. Breasts.