randomshit:

people talk too much. there is entirely too much conversation everywhere, all the time. it is wholly unnecessary and completely unwanted. furthermore on this subject, i'm over the herd mentality. just because everyone else is somewhere doesn't mean i want to be there, too. usually it means i want to walk away from there. preferably quickly and while smoking a cigarette.

adults who are incapable of keeping track of their money baffle me. especially when they are given every possible tool to do so. it's called a check register, kids. it's newer than a slide rule, and easier to use than a spreadsheet.

i apparently belong to a small [but growing!] number of women who have little to no drive to bear children. i think they tend to be smelly, whiny and a whole lot of effort. i don't like kids, i don't coo over them and think that their every little baby spitgurble is adorable. it's really okay that i don't want kids, i really won't wake up some day and regret it. really. i promise you. if they would offer hysterectomy's to perfectly healthy young women, you could sign me up.

i am ready and willing to do with eric what i couldn't do before. granted, it's a com.plete.ly. different situation, but i think that there is no harm in at least trying. trying and failing is better than not trying at all.
usually, anyway. : )


i've never felt the desire to live in an art studio more than i do right now. i was in someone's house today who has built a tree in the middle of their loft. and the bedrooms are basically little hobbit-holes. and i want that. so so badly.





sometimes i think that we write words to the other, hoping they will understand. forgive. after so long of not saying these things, it's easier to just act as if you'll read them. and know that everything is okay. well, not everything. but enough.