Once I say it, it's gets easier...

Family guy is on, and I'm blogging? I should be watching it. I should be wasting my time laughing at nonsense...

I attended a picnic today, and it wasn't that damn bad. I bought cookies for nothing, though. (I charged them on my credit card, so I wont have to worry about it until later.) they're still in the trunk of my car, I don't blame anyone for not eating them. I liked everyone, today.

I'm feeling somewhat productive, tonight. Like washing my clothes and cleaning the bathroom makes my day more successful. Or something.

I just have so much to do, to feel completely how I want to feel. Whoever she is she's more valuable than who I am now. Somewhat more desirable. I just feel as though my dirty hair and my unfolded clothes on my chair makes me gross. Not gross- just, unfinished.

Yeah, that's it. I feel as though my life is always unfinished.


What if I have babies and they're not cute. And what if they cry. And smell and don't listen. Then it feels like it's going to be all for nothing.