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...I'm surrounded by people with Swiss cheese for memories. I'd say for brains, only they aren't idiots. Though for all I know, Swiss cheese is highly intelligent... for cheese, anyway. No, the point is that someone will tell me story A sunday. Two days later, they will tell me the exact same story. It's one thing if a month or more has passed. But less than 48 hours? Meh. It's kind of insulting when someone can't remember if they've bored you recently with the same story. It'd be one thing if they expanded on the original telling, but they don't.
I'm exhausted. It's all very odd as I did sleep and didn't have too many nightmares. In fact, until I said that, I could remember the dreams fairly well. Hmm.
It's Halloween and I should be thrilled. Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday of the year. Yet for the past couple of years I've been unable to manage to work up any excitement at all. I could just as easily curl up and sleep the day and night away. This is wrong. WRONG. I wait all friggin' year for this stupid day and now that it's here, all I want to do is call in dead to work and pass out.
Uncool.
It also appears I have the memory of swiss cheese as I cannot recall if I bitched about getting screwed for the holidays. Which is no big surprise, it's just annoying. Not set in stone either, but it still makes me wish I had a backup plan.
( In case I did rant... )
Another thing that's fun? Discussing with your boyfriend the fact that, just like you thought, he wants a gazillion kids. Me? While I finally caved on the whole desire to be married thing, I've remained remarkably firm on the whole "no fucking way" kids stance. I don't really think the agony you go through to deliver them is worth it, I don't particularly want to have a little version of me running around, all screwed up and depressed all the time. I don't want to risk scarring some little person for life simply because I was in a funk for years. So while I'm not trying to plot forever and ever, amen, I don't really want to see the giant flaming expiration date on any relationship.
*yawn*
I've no words for the love. None. Well, actually, I do, but I don't feel like waxing poetic.
I'm exhausted. It's all very odd as I did sleep and didn't have too many nightmares. In fact, until I said that, I could remember the dreams fairly well. Hmm.
It's Halloween and I should be thrilled. Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday of the year. Yet for the past couple of years I've been unable to manage to work up any excitement at all. I could just as easily curl up and sleep the day and night away. This is wrong. WRONG. I wait all friggin' year for this stupid day and now that it's here, all I want to do is call in dead to work and pass out.
Uncool.
It also appears I have the memory of swiss cheese as I cannot recall if I bitched about getting screwed for the holidays. Which is no big surprise, it's just annoying. Not set in stone either, but it still makes me wish I had a backup plan.
( In case I did rant... )
Another thing that's fun? Discussing with your boyfriend the fact that, just like you thought, he wants a gazillion kids. Me? While I finally caved on the whole desire to be married thing, I've remained remarkably firm on the whole "no fucking way" kids stance. I don't really think the agony you go through to deliver them is worth it, I don't particularly want to have a little version of me running around, all screwed up and depressed all the time. I don't want to risk scarring some little person for life simply because I was in a funk for years. So while I'm not trying to plot forever and ever, amen, I don't really want to see the giant flaming expiration date on any relationship.
*yawn*
I've no words for the love. None. Well, actually, I do, but I don't feel like waxing poetic.
