Where have all the flowers gone?
Haven't seen much posting in foreverish. Has facebook and twitter defeated the desire to write more than a sentence or two? Or even more than just a few words and a picture? I know I am guilty of this, but then, I've always been a casual journaler. There always seem to be so many things to do, but I never commit to doing any of them regularly. This tendency leads me to believe I'd be a terrible parent because I'd get bored or distracted with them after a few weeks, assuming I could even get through the pregnancy without hating them for all the crap they put me through. Yet at the same time, I can't stop thinking about wanting kids. All the time. I know I am nowhere near ready, but I'd still like to be that big of an influence on someone and to love someone that completely. Oh shit, I forgot to do the dishes.