it's a convoluted mess
On Saturday, July 10th, I’ll be at my parents’ house surrounded by family and friends celebrating my marriage to the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with. My husband. My soulmate. My saving grace. My Robert. It’s been over nine months since we actually got married and I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that I’m MARRIED. Holy crap. How the hell did that happen? Three… Keep reading…I try and comprehend you but…
I’m short. I always have been. I’m 4′ 11.5″ tall and I’ve grown a grand total of an inch and a half since I was twelve years old. Now I’m thirty years old. (Holy crap, I’m THIRTY.) I never even hit the five foot mark. But hey, I’m tall for my height. I started to pack on weight around age ten. And kept gaining. By junior high I was wearing a size 14. By high… Keep reading…Weighty…
Copying and pasting from other blog/website pipe dreams totally counts as progress so shut up. If it somehow resembles a coherent dialogue, I’M KEEPING IT. Even if it’s old, out-dated, has no relevance to anything around it, whatever. That’s why this is my pipe dream. Have I mentioned recently that Vyvanse makes me all flail-y and high? I have—just likely not in this space. Yet. Vyvanse is an amphetamine and it’s kind of worthless for… Keep reading…Hey look, a current blog post!
Someday I will get this blog properly formatted and build the rest of the website around it. I don’t have a clue as to when this elusive “someday” might be, but it would be nice if it was sooner than later. I have my CSS code written. I just need to figure out how to fix it to render properly in browsers other than Firefox. Bear wants to work with me on writing PHP code… Keep reading…back-dated 04/03/09: something, someone, someday…