When a woman walks down the street, she's going to meet friends, or go to the store, or be alone, or whatever. and occasionally she will be getting riled up about the outrageous cost of beef jerky in today's mixed up world.
I'm extremely obnoxious and over-bearing.

I've got some things left to do, and that includes but not exclusive to: being a great mother, loving a great man, making great art and dry humping my friends when ever I get a chance. I love you tyler.

These days im more interested in modesty, but not at its best. giving a little room to grow, botanical gardens of any kind( and consequently feeling like horticultural intelligentsia), getting on the prom dress and my dancing shoes for a nice picnic, WWII, joy after sorrow, lying naked between freshly laundered white cotton sheets in summer, having those sort of non fascist discussions while sitting on the back of a car barefoot, proper pearl buttons on my shirts, laundromats, family photographs, resourcefulness, lists (incidentally,) pinning down colors and smells (“That’s exactly the same color as the third stripe on the quilt my long dead grandmother made for me,”) nesting (building one’s castle in a shoe box and making it like Disney world).
(Me and my wonderful boyfriend. The day before we found out I was pregnant.)


so basically, i have less actual friends than i have shampoo options in my shower which is ironic considering the fact that i never shower, and i rarely leave the house either so my friends get the same amount of use.; i'm fine with that.

SOMETIMES WHEN I GET HUNGRY; my child seems to be extremely appetizing.

November 4th! Wanna see photos?