we're taking our time entering the full-throttle throes of summer. each day finds us drifting a bit farther from the shore of "daily routine and responsibility"...we've cast off the backpacks, lunchboxes, homework. i've even let go of the laundry. we're getting by on things i've classified as cleanish. we aren't quite at Lord of the Flies...but i can see it on the horizon.
the daily scheduling rundown has devolved into an unproductive back-and-forth in my head that goes something like this:
do we really even need to go?
i'm feeling like you don't want to.
i don't want to. but does that make me lame?
who cares? do you really care?
no...i don't think so. maybe?
you know what your problem is?
you think too much. no one else is thinking this much.
yeah, well...shut up!
uh, you realize this conversation is happening in your head...so....
:::rolls eyes::: peace out, bitch.
living in the desert comes with it's own unique form of Seasonal Affective Disorder (the aforementioned conversation is one of a few symptoms). one can really only take so much of the rising mercury and pristine blue skies before begging for a cloud or twenty, promising rain and celestial theatrics...............
sorry. i just lost twenty minutes. got sucked away by Pinterest again. what was i saying? short attention spans...yet another symptom of Desert Dweller SAD.
i've bored you long enough. let's post this for a sense of accomplishment, types the woman who is still debating whether or not she should put on a bra. and it's 2:04 in the afternoon.
seriously, dude. go put on a bra.
why? i'm not going anywhere.
think of the children.
i'm NOT topless.
thank God for the little blessings...
shut the fuck up.
again, this is all in YOUR head. you should see someone about this.