Tylenol PM and I'm a shit heel
So if I seem MIA it's because I've been hiding over on tumblr. I haven't bailed for tumblr. Tumblr is this magical land where you can surround yourself with liberal, hippy strangers and you can rant about politics and so far mostly everyone pats your bum and says good game while simultaneously loving Doctor Who.
I confess. I feel like I arrived at the tumblr party and fit right in. YAY ME!
I am actively reading LJ. Not so much commenting because the iPhone app is utter crap. Seriously. The FB app is equally appalling.
I'm writing a nothing post. The boys are 16 months. They're not so much talking as making noise but they walk and squat and pick things up and make sure I know when they want things. They're getting molars (yay). They've so far only had one hair cut that came from me while we took a bath together and that was, at this point, months ago. So maybe I should think about doing that.
Otherwise I'm working out when I can. I'm lusting over lingerie when I can. I'm existing and it's pretty good.
Where this post is coming from though is reading a blogger who talks about how she was going to write when. When she lost ten pounds, got her shit together, etc. I feel like everyone I know has that bucket list tucked away somewhere for the perfect them. It's why I jumped in with both feet when it came to burlesque. I knew there would never be an enough time in my life to justify taking my clothes off on stage.
Writing however. That's my jam! It's what I do! I am a writer! But I've not been writing lately. I'm lame.
I should work on that.
I love you guys but the kids don't love me. NIGHT
I confess. I feel like I arrived at the tumblr party and fit right in. YAY ME!
I am actively reading LJ. Not so much commenting because the iPhone app is utter crap. Seriously. The FB app is equally appalling.
I'm writing a nothing post. The boys are 16 months. They're not so much talking as making noise but they walk and squat and pick things up and make sure I know when they want things. They're getting molars (yay). They've so far only had one hair cut that came from me while we took a bath together and that was, at this point, months ago. So maybe I should think about doing that.
Otherwise I'm working out when I can. I'm lusting over lingerie when I can. I'm existing and it's pretty good.
Where this post is coming from though is reading a blogger who talks about how she was going to write when. When she lost ten pounds, got her shit together, etc. I feel like everyone I know has that bucket list tucked away somewhere for the perfect them. It's why I jumped in with both feet when it came to burlesque. I knew there would never be an enough time in my life to justify taking my clothes off on stage.
Writing however. That's my jam! It's what I do! I am a writer! But I've not been writing lately. I'm lame.
I should work on that.
I love you guys but the kids don't love me. NIGHT