funkozmatic

A baby was born. Two girls sit around and contemplate the past, of things that might have been. I can scoff and scorn all I want, provide my caustic inputs but really, I am now sober and reflecting on my nasty comments. They have made their decision, she was prepared to commit, I guess, despite her history. We're, perhaps, viewed as people who avoid responsibilities as much as they can, poor souls trying desperately to hang on to their youth while the rest of the brood are marrying and breeding and being... RESPONSIBLE. But I refuse to be backed into a corner by doing the 'right thing'. It might work for some but I know it don't work for us.

I have a different set of responsibilities, thanks.

Pet peeve -always running out of time and squeezing in fun like filling up cracks on the tarmac with cement. NOT GOOD.

Why are my friend switching to Tumblr? Geez so hard to keep track when they move.

E B is annoying. I swear no one else in this universe makes me feel grossly untalented other than E B.

The man is just oozing of it under his unkempt beard and cloak of nasty comments.

Major pet peeve is E B to me.