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Existential. Observational. Feminine.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Somebody should write a book and call it "The Best Cults For Single Mothers".
Maybe I can write it. For serious. I'm ready for someone else to take the reigns for a while.
Somebody would publish it, right? They'll shelve it in the humor section of the bookstore and like The Zombie Survival Guide, casual readers won't be 100% sure it belongs there.
It won't but savvy authors know how to pick their battles.
Maybe I can write it. For serious. I'm ready for someone else to take the reigns for a while.
Somebody would publish it, right? They'll shelve it in the humor section of the bookstore and like The Zombie Survival Guide, casual readers won't be 100% sure it belongs there.
It won't but savvy authors know how to pick their battles.
The sandman is screwing with me
Over the past week, I have dreamt the following:
1. I had 6 babies and didn't know they existed until I had them. One was very premature and looked like a bar of pink soap. What bothered me the most was that I couldn't fit all my kids in my Forester and I was going to have to trade it in for something bigger. I really love my Forester.
2. I was in Africa running from something but I cannot remember what.
3. I was at the house of a guy friend and we almost did the deed. I didn't go through with it because I was afraid it meant I had to marry him and I didn't want to marry a. an American and b. somebody who may be unwilling to move to New Orleans when I get damn good and ready to go. Also, my boyfriend probably wouldn't be too happy about me sexing up some other guy.
4. My father and his parents were still alive which is a common enough theme in my dreams. My grandparents bought a Dyson and I had to show them how to use all the attachments.
That's all I can remember though I think I'm leaving one out. It went all fuzzy in my head.
This seems to be my minds' way of coping under duress and for reasons I'm not willing to publicize, Duress has become my second middle name. I'm outwardly managing things with more grace than I would have in my 20's but clearly it is taking its toll on my psyche.
Keep calm and carry on.
This too shall pass.
These are words to live by.
1. I had 6 babies and didn't know they existed until I had them. One was very premature and looked like a bar of pink soap. What bothered me the most was that I couldn't fit all my kids in my Forester and I was going to have to trade it in for something bigger. I really love my Forester.
2. I was in Africa running from something but I cannot remember what.
3. I was at the house of a guy friend and we almost did the deed. I didn't go through with it because I was afraid it meant I had to marry him and I didn't want to marry a. an American and b. somebody who may be unwilling to move to New Orleans when I get damn good and ready to go. Also, my boyfriend probably wouldn't be too happy about me sexing up some other guy.
4. My father and his parents were still alive which is a common enough theme in my dreams. My grandparents bought a Dyson and I had to show them how to use all the attachments.
That's all I can remember though I think I'm leaving one out. It went all fuzzy in my head.
This seems to be my minds' way of coping under duress and for reasons I'm not willing to publicize, Duress has become my second middle name. I'm outwardly managing things with more grace than I would have in my 20's but clearly it is taking its toll on my psyche.
Keep calm and carry on.
This too shall pass.
These are words to live by.
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