but i never do.
learn the lesson, internet - people can't be trusted.
i'm watching my favorite tv series ever, sex and the city, and it's the one where miranda gives birth. it reminds me of a very very very important rule that i want implemented when the time comes for me and the baby-thing: they better give it a shower and loofahscrub before i see it. the gloop and mess is just not working for me, and i'm afraid i'll throw up on it. and then be blamed for years and years of bad behavior in therapy sessions conducted in its 20s by a probation officer.
scott and i have decided, pending hugely negative events occurring in the very near future, that we ARE taking a scratch-it-off-the-list-trip in march for our anniversary. hooray! i'm not saying where until we actually buy the tickets, as it always happens that i talk a place up and "omgz look at this!" and then bam - we don't go. i don't want to be that a-hole anymore, so suspense it is.
and let's get serious - who cares except scott and i? nobody. nobody at all. and God bless you for thinking so, dear internet, lest i have to rethink my routes around accommodating my giant head. this would of course be c/o the ego-boost given by legions of strangers caring about my mundane life.
but you're here, sooooooooooo, that's kind of an admission of care. you're a sucka.
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