Monday, February 13, 2006

It's Cold As Shit

Ask me where I'd rather be right now. Go on ask me. Yes, I'd rather be home doing my wedding shit. Instead of being at work, doing my wedding shit. LOL! I'm just meh right now. It's freezing in the office instead of boiling. I've rebelled against the system and worn jeans and everyone who did not is going apeshit.

It's like I came in with no pants on. Just because I feel free to not be a Gap tard (so what my jeans are from the Gap, fuck off!) like the rest of you today doesn't mean you need to get all extra about it. It's like what my homie Nancy Gurl said about when we come in with a little extra going on with our outfit. They get all hey are you interviewing? So what if I am? What are you gonna do? Narc to Douchy O'Baggins? Get a life loser.

Any way, this week makes it 4 months til Maxine & Zeen: Beginnings of a Marriage. It's rather awesome and overwhelming. Now that we're tying the knot (I sorta hate that phase, I mean it makes me think of tying a knot on a noose or something and marriage in my view is way more positive than that) everyone thinks it's perfectly ok to ask when we'll spawn. Seriously, I'll spawn when I'm good and ready so get off my sack.

I hate when folk feel the need to reiterate shit I already know. Yes my shit will dry up if I don't spawn soon. Yes it will be more difficult as I get older to spawn. Yes it's harder to raise children when you are older. Thanks, but I'm clear on all of that. I just hate that pitying look chicks with kids give you when you say you don't know if you'll spawn at all. It's like you've just said you like to eat shit with a spoon. It's like they've had their brains scooped out while they gave birth and they can't talk about anything else but diaper genies and baby carriages.

That very thing is the reason why I love women who have children and still are able to carry on adult conversations with out the words diaper or teething ring used at all. I appreciate women who can be parents and damn good ones without becoming an insipid little nerfbags who lord their ability to procreate on folks who haven't or cannot.

If I spawn, that's the kind of mommy I want to be. Still smart, still funny but like with a kid or two. I think I can pull it off too.

Anyhoo, for folks who lurrrrrve Grey's Anatomy the way I do, here's a blog from the writer's of the show: http://www.greyswriters.com/

How effin good was that show last night? Seriously.

I'll holla folks.

Later.......................

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