I am listening to Fleet Foxes and feeling like the apartment is too empty.
Today I hate having a vagina. I have a ridiculous UTI, again.
I woke up with it and wanted to die.
And then I paid damn near 40 dollars to get it cleared.
Now I just have to wait.
The neighbor upstairs has very loud footsteps.
I ran into that problem again. The one I had not long ago.
People think I am less gay with longer hair. How silly is that? I guess, not very. When I see short haired women I have to wonder if they are a little bit gay or not.
I feel like I will end up with a woman for life. When I want to settle down.
A woman or that one guy who will raise goats with me instead of children. The baby goats are still called kids! And the birthing is called kidding. Which I think is perfect. Can you imagine if women during pregnancy were 'kidding?'
They would all run around screaming "I'm kidding!"
I would be much more willing to have babies if that were the case. Just for the loaded irony.
Maybe I should sleep.
Blue Ridge Mountains is really the only song I like by FF.
Ok, I'm done. Time for a nap.
I really wish I were at the beach. Freaking hhgregg/me. I could be taking a nap on the sand.
3 comments:
This was a fabulous post.
I know you don't really know me, and I don't really comment, but I just want to say that this was one of the few things I've read this week worth mentioning. It's probably the only thing that's made me laugh. It creates images of overly pregnant women running around with their arms thrown into the air, an image which inevitably makes me laugh.
=)
Well, thank you kindly!
I'm glad it made you laugh.
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