You know that whole adage, "Don't go to the grocery store when you're hungry." ? That doesn't really apply to me. I'f I'm hungry when I'm at the grocery store I fall into mission mode and try to get the heck out of there so I can eat some ice cream- even if that means leaving my list incomplete. Now, shopping when I'm cold, that's a different story. When I'm cold, I will buy anything that looks remotely cozy. This is how I find most of my jackets and sweatshirts.
Now that the cold season has descended upon the butthole that is Bremerton, coffee runs replace meal times. This is ok by me. It kinda spruces up the whole starving, broody artist image I'm supposed to be living up to. And yes, I question the meaning of life. Yes, I question my existence. Yes, I question why men have nipples and why spiders seem to come out of their hidey-holes when Josh is gone. Yes, as a broody, starving and tempestuous artist, I wonder these things. Totally kidding- I don't really fit the standard artist profile. Hell, if someone even asks me about my work I kinda shrug and change the subject. Whatever.
It's also around this time of the month where I involuntarily reevaluate what I'd like for my future. One thing remains constant. I don't want children. I never have, and I probably never will. Please don't ask me when we will have them because if I had my way, I'd say never. Why? Because I'm not afraid to admit I'm too selfish to be a mom. There you have it folks. No babies.
Off to paint my nails and control my husband who has ventured to the end of the world and has become a little crazed because of it.
Now that the cold season has descended upon the butthole that is Bremerton, coffee runs replace meal times. This is ok by me. It kinda spruces up the whole starving, broody artist image I'm supposed to be living up to. And yes, I question the meaning of life. Yes, I question my existence. Yes, I question why men have nipples and why spiders seem to come out of their hidey-holes when Josh is gone. Yes, as a broody, starving and tempestuous artist, I wonder these things. Totally kidding- I don't really fit the standard artist profile. Hell, if someone even asks me about my work I kinda shrug and change the subject. Whatever.
It's also around this time of the month where I involuntarily reevaluate what I'd like for my future. One thing remains constant. I don't want children. I never have, and I probably never will. Please don't ask me when we will have them because if I had my way, I'd say never. Why? Because I'm not afraid to admit I'm too selfish to be a mom. There you have it folks. No babies.
Off to paint my nails and control my husband who has ventured to the end of the world and has become a little crazed because of it.
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