29.

look what i found!

foxy man

i'm depressed.. or am i just hungover? seems like everyone is getting married.
i don't even WANT to get married. if i did i could. to a super awesome rock star of a boy.
we could get married and have babies and hold hands and he would sing songs to me and our baby
and i would make little dresses and shirts for our children
and i would smoke pot bare foot in the kitchen and we would make our own dog food
and i would bake cookies for his family and he would mow the lawn.
yawn.
i don't want that. well. i do want that. i just want that with someone else, i guess.
it's amazing what pictures of your ex's brother's wedding can do to a girl.
i don't want to sleep alone anymore. someone should see what i sleep in - or what i'm not sleeping in.
someone should see what i look like when i wake up in the morning.
they should get to feel how hot my body gets when i'm asleep.
i make the loudest most brilliant morning farts you've never heard.
FREE!
i'm finally free. this is what i wanted, i want this. i wanted this. i'm over this.
i want to settle down with someone - who settling down with - isn't settling at all.
i want to feel free to try new things and to grow - with someone.
shit. i'm a lone wolf baby. i'm alone, Wolf Baby.
(oh fuck me and fuck all this. i'm too busy living to deal with this shit. ha ha party party. sniff sniff glugg glugg. i am truly living the life right now. and i am having one hell of a fucking time doing it. go go go go i am going. it's when i STOP that i'm lost and unknowing. so i guess i will stop stopping for now. and deal with the baggage when i'm old. and my beaver is saggy.)