| I want to get married.
And buy a house.
And have babies.
I SUUUUUUUUUCK |
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| I'm not one for pointing fingers, but whomever it was that invented the litter box was a fairly kooky individual. Like, first of all, who goes to the trouble of realizing that a cat will, if offered, shit in a box of sand? But furthermore, who then thinks it's a good idea to place said box of sand in their home, for the cat's convenience? Even if a dog would do his business in a designated box, do you really want your mastiff giving crouch in the guest bathroom?
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all the things that I'm not doing. Like, I guess I'm going back to school next semester (yes, again, GOD), even though I've made no attempt to enroll or procure monies for doing so. But despite feeling like I HAVE to go if I ever want my life to suck a bit less, I don't really want to. I hate my job, but I love that it's only in the evenings, and only for a few hours. And there are a lot of things I should be doing with my daytime hours. I've always wanted to make a zine, even though the lame extension of that is if I were to complete one I'd be forced to refer to myself as a "zinester." And I need to really sit down and learn to play the guitar. And the piano (though I've actually got that ball rolling). And I want to learn to knit, and sew, and make soap, and all kinds of other crafty things. I should read more. I adore the library even though I'm awful at returning books on time. Why take them back if I'm not done, I say?
Lets see, what else? Art. I'm no artist, but I truly love creating things. I love taking pictures, but I never develop them, so I have no idea if Im any good or not. Im completely jealous of all the comic artists on P-boi, but too afraid/lazy to try drawing my own. I've always been really splintered by all of the things I wanted to do, and the end result is that I do nothing. I have no idea how to change this, and it's the greatest source of my depression.
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| When your Christmas list includes clip art, footnotes, and sub-lists compiled from various websites, I think that's your sign that you're too old to be making a Christmas list.
This realization did not deter me. |
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| Sometimes you feel like a nut.
Sometimes you dont.
And sometimes all of the cracks in your shell are just too much to take. |
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I'm devastated. |
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