on a completely unrelated note, i have no self control. i'm always finding my excessive fertility, for the first time, to be a downside.
Well, you know, I'm not one to litter, per se.... too much of a horrid, thoughtless crime for me to commit, but it's just one of those points beaten over and over again on the whippin post. Haha. Man, if there was one thing I could add to the bible/old testament, man... or any of the books within it, no disrespect, it'd be no littering. Don't get me wrong, we all have our tempests and temptresses. Hope things go well, however they may go, wether they're your way or not. Just hope you take it like a man (and well, I guess women and small children, on a much more broader perspective) and stay true to yourself/her, if it does happen. We've all known people in the same boat... as always.
Excessive fertility? How'd you come to that conclusion? ...Wait, how many kids do you have out there?
You mean how many kids would I have out there barring modern technology? Several. But I've got everything under control now; I am teh stoked.
I hate packing too. I'm dreading when we move again due to all the packing we'll have to do. Maybe we'll get lucky and my husband's company (or other future company, if he decides to go elsewhere) will pay to relocate, and if that's the case, you better believe I'll be jumping all over the chance to have someone else pack and move us. Oh heck yes.
I was referring to abortions, but whatever. Every mistake I made seemed to end up with a pregnancy. And I was a touch heartless back then.
my approach to packing is to leave it until the last minute then grab whatever comes to hand and stuff it into a bag, fuck it you can always buy more clothes
i'm on like a 10 day spree of living with the rentals rigth now until may and my new place opens up. and i don't start work until the 7th. all my shit is in boxes, i have no idea what to do with my time.
