When I was a kid I wanted to be a cat. They never have to clean their room. They get to spend all day taking a bath. They can hunt and they can play. Most of all people spend hours petting cats and I really wouldn't mind being petted for hours on end.
What about you?
CALIFORNIA ECONOMICS Any proper California businessman will proudly tell you that everything is more expensive in California. Why? Because it's California of course. There's a broken gasline between Tucson and Phoenix that makes it difficult to deliver gas to Phoenix. Fine. Prices increase in Phoenix because there is actually a shortage there. Fine. Prices rise higher than during the war in California. Not fine. Are people absolute gluttons here?
Any person who does not believe in birth control needs to be sentenced to one week with my family. My two are now at the age where they don't do much damage - but they're mine. You mix them with my 12 year old acne-faced, overweight, slightly feminine brother, my overweight sister and her THREE children under the age of 4. Mix in my mother who will tell you in a blink of an eye how wrong you are for believing in birth control and absolutely NO MEN because they all know better. This should really knock some sense into any young woman considering mormonism as a way of life. Each one of the children is absolutely beautiful but you still don't have any opportunity to enjoy them.
THERE WAS A BUG IN THE SOUP
He was talking. He was right. It meant nothing more than one more person in the world being unwilling to walk down the street holding my hand. It's really no big deal - just a slightly bruised ego and a reminder of what I want and that I don't have it. It's definitely the reminder that causes the ache. I forget the ache because there are too many wonderful things in this world I enjoy experiencing. I enjoy watching my children play at the beach. I enjoy fresh flowers in a vase. I enjoy the sound of strong voice. I did not necessarily enjoy trying to think of the next thing to say all the time. I did not enjoy always worrying about pushing too hard. I am not really angry but I almost want to tell him that there was a fly in the soup he made me - just because I want him to know how much I ache.
Silly me - I know he couldn't fix it
and it would have only made me sad.
It's not like I didn't tell him.
I just didn't say I was mad.
This is when it sucks to be grown up.
To be alone at 12 at night.
I wish I could shed a tear and call a friend and cry.
And yet I just don't feel it
I don't want that extra drama
I just want to cuddle up and snuggle
but then - i wouldn't be sad - would I?
