Okay, so my life has been CAR-AZY busy lately. It wasn't this busy when I had three jobs, an internship, and was getting my Master's degree. (Why did I do that? That's a sign of illness, really.it.is.) But, because of said busyness, I am sitting at home on my lazy hoohah while Mr. GoingApe is at church. I felt guilty for a moment, avoiding the two most important people in my life: Kevin and God. But, that moment passed and I'm thoroughly enjoying being in my pajamas at noon with morning breath, body odor, and a messy apartment.
I even read a trashy novel. I really hate what Jennifer Apodaca's horribly popular books have to say about life, women, men, and oh just about everything else. But I READ THEM ANYWAY! Something inside of me really wants to be a blonde bombshell with silicone (or are they saline?) boobs that only thinks about sex and solving really poorly written murder mysteries. (Every woman reading this just cringed and now hates me and every man just smiled, not so secretly) I don't know if society put it there, or maybe the gender biased Southern upbringing I had caused it. But...I DON'T CARE. So, I will continue to (not so secretly, I guess) read her trashy poorly written novels. But I will only buy them secondhand or check them out from the library...I will not buy them new and support this whore writer propogating misideals about women and men to another generation(What? I'm not that shallow!).
Okay, Off I go to shave my legs.
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I know I probably shouldn't but I envy all of you folks who can choose to veg out on Sunday mornings.
I'm happy for you. Really, I am.
After an entire childhood of being made to go...morning, night, and Wednesday night...
I feel your pain. It's probably the very reason that I feel so freed by staying home.
I feel that way sometimes when I read Cosmo. But I can't quit.
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