I'm thirsty for truth. It stands before me in the distance. It mocks me. It winks at me. It dances wildly in the sun. I run towards it only to find a mirage. There is nothing left to do but keep moving forward. To keep hoping that someday I will taste of the purest water.
You guys have to meet Matilda before she gets big. She's fucking hilarious. Right now she's dragging her little butt around the room while staring me in the eye.
Not only do the girls at Mass MoCA only hang out with each other, they seem to make a point of excluding me. I have to admit that this hurts. I'm not hip enough for them. I can't relate to 99% of humanity. Boo fucking hoo.
So I watched one of the funniest movies I have ever seen last night. Everyone should rent or netflix it! It's called "Incident at Loch Ness." It's a mocumentary with Werner Hertzog. I just about fell out of my chair while watching it.
I may be a 22 year old sister to a newborn. My mother wants to have another baby - with Gary no less. She blames me because Andrew and I want to wait a long while before having kids. Why are ALL of the women in my life fucking insane?