Type. Delete. Type. Delete. Feel the pressure to maintain one-sided discourse with the internet, but not resort to standard gushing about parenthood or iPod playlist or complaining about the heat or longing for vacation. Also, tip-toe around events leading up to embarrassing four-day-and-counting hangover. Type... Delete...
Sigh. Lydia now sports pigtails and chases me around the house squealing. I'm listening to Carissa's Weird. It's unbearably hot. I wish I was on vacation. And dammit, I still feel like ass on account of depositing large portions of my stomach lining along the side of the highway this past Sunday. Damn shooters.
Type. Delete.
About me:
- muiseam
- Dartmouth, NS, Canada
- I live on the suburban plains of Cole Harbour. I take my coffee large with single milk. I am an open book. Some days I wish I were a housecat.
2 comments:
probably one of my favourite posts.
I smiled a lot reading this.
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