Today we started the discussion of ending all these contraceptive games and just having my tubes tied. I'm gung ho. Andrew said it would be wise to think about it for a second.
Along with a need to inflict pain right now(and I haven't quite figured this one out...no idea. Things are good with my mom, which is generally the cause. My marriage rocks, school is good, friendships are what they always are-ever changing. I'm stumped)I am ITCHING to get another tattoo. Our wallet is also STRAINING to gather the monies together for Belize so we can immediately pay off the balance on our card once the charge is made. Regardless, I now have an idea for a back MURAL....but below my dress line so it would just be mostly for Andrew and I to see...and a few cute and subtle birdy silhouettes on my shoulder. We shall see...
Margo is really sick. I don't really want to talk about it. While the thought has crossed my mind, my need for self-mutilation did present itself before Margo was rushed to the ER on Tuesday. She is at home now and recovering, but still weak and her life is irrevocably changed.
Have I mentioned that I love my husband? I could write a novel(and someday I just might) about how wonderful and amazing he is. I did want to poop on his pillow tonight during a little tussle we had this afternoon....but it passed along with my anger. Maybe after his friends go home we can make up.
I want to write more. Not blog writing, but the kind of writing I wouldn't be ashamed to send somewhere for someone to judge and possibly pay me for(in 9 million years). Trouble is, figuring out what to write about. There's so many unwrittens in my head that I have a hard time sorting through them and placing them appropriately with their plots, climaxes, and epilogues. We'll see how it all goes. If I become rich and pseudo-famous: Don't ask me for money. I'll probably give it to you and that just wouldn't be very nice of you.
I love Portland in the summer. It makes me forget what a mess it is all year.
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