Random-ness:
- why do i even come here? i wanna be at home and reading in my overstuffed chair, with hot chocolate and flannel and cookies.
- i wanna cut about half of my hair off. but won’t, cuz i know that it will LIVE in a ponytail, come baby o’clock.
- is it a real fetish, getting off on open tracheotomies?
- i will probably be no one’s bridesmaid this year. down from a possible 2. just less reason to have to shave my legs.
- i may want to consider shaving my legs, while i still can.
- and other things….
- where did ralph macchio go (the karate kid)?
- why do people/information sources still refer to my baby as food? (i.e. it looks like you shallowed a watermelon or, your baby is the size of a banana.)
- not that there’s anything wrong with that – but let’s find a new genre. suggestion: sports equipment (i.e. you baby is the size of a 3-pack of tennis balls).
- i don’t really want to have a baby shower anymore. but talked to the doctor’s mom and she suggested having it afterwards. so then it’s really a baby party, not a girly tummy party. i could maybe dig that. like, in latelatelate august or early september. when it’s up to at least a month+.
- i might get paid tomorrow! no more living off of change.
- i have money in my bank account, really, but am being responsible enough not to spend it, since a payment might come out in the next coupla days.
- at night time, or later in the day, my muscles get tired, so that i have to hold up my stomach a bit, to give them a break.
- the baby has totally changed it’s schedule, today and is kicking at wierd and different times. i wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that i was poking it in the head last night.
- it kicks me, what’s wrong with me poking it?
- it kicked a lot whilst watching celtic performers with the doctor’s mother at lunch today.
- i ate hamburger soup for lunch. a small. i want an extra large. not cuz i’m hungry. cuz it was yummy.
- why am i here?
- a girl that i work with has a pic of chris wassisface from coldplay up on her desk, and everytime i see it, i wanna say “you know how i know you’re gay? cuz you like coldplay.” but i’ve really only said it once or twice.
- i think i tore the pic out of a newspaper for her.
- flannel.
- i miss my six pack muscles.
- and feet – cuz i can’t see them very often anymore.
- finally, some people who’ve had babies agreed that i am bigger than the norm at this stage.
- i just found a bunch of wack shit in someone’s email. i hate it that women can’t not talk behind other’s backs and have to back stab. it’s so 90210 and immature.
- i hate it here.
- it’s sad that i hate it here and want to leave and never come back, based on 2 people, who are okay at faking being nice (but not really good at it).
- 3 more months 3moremonths3moremonths3moremonths3moremonths.
