how should I phrase this?

Has anyone noticed how angsty some teenagers are? I mean... I'm not a completely level-headed person all the days but I mean REALLY. I try to fix things before they get to the point of "OH MY GOSH MY WORLD IS FALLING APART BOYS BOYS BOYS SEX SEX SEX BROKEN NAILS ARE AKIN TO RAZORS BEING DRAGGED ACROSS MY FRAGILE SKIN AND I HATE JUSTIN BIEBER BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD SAYS THEY DO MORE BOYS BOYS BOYS KISSING KISSING KISSING DESPERATE DESPERATE DESPERATE SOMEONE LOVE ME AND FAWN OVER ME BECAUSE I HAVE TO SHOVE IT IN EVERYONE'S FACES THAT BOYS WANT ME FOR MY *coughslutcough* BODY AND I HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS I'M AN EMOTIONAL WRECK I NEED A BOY TO SAVE ME FROM THE DARK BUTTERFLIES THAT ENVELOPE MY HEAD AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME AND THEY NEVER WILL BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH

I hate girls that call themselves real when they're TOTALLY NOT AT ALL.

Fancy Feast

Has anyone watched those fancy feast videos on youtube? the ones about the couple who fall in love and get married and advertise fancy feast? Yeah. They make me cry. Both from "awww that's just so perfect and cuuute" and "frik why isn't my life that perfect and cute!" I must be pathetic. But I really miss that kind of thing in my life. I want to get married and have babies already. And now I need a fluffy white cat as well, to whom I can feed perfect little tins of fancy feast to. I can see that going awry.

Here's a scenario.

Husband: Good evening wife. I see you're cooking me dinner with your heels and pearls on. There's a good girl. It's very correct to come home from the office in my dark blue suit and leather briefcase to the smell of roast beef. Where's our children?

Me: Playing quietly in the nursery upstairs, darling. Just like every evening. *Dazzling smile* Would you like a drink? Perhaps some bourbon? I have the newspaper right here for you. Sit down, put your expensively-clad feet up. Ah, here's our cat now, just like clockwork. Coming to sit on her master's lap. Remember how romantic it was when you used her as a kitten to propose?

Husband: Yes, yes. You said something about a drink? Fetch it while I stroke the cat and read the paper, would you? There's a good girl.

Me: Yes darling. Please remove your shoes before entering the dining room for dinner; I just had the white carpets cleaned today.

Husband: That drink, dear.

Me: Yes darling. It's just... you don't always remove your shoes and I spend so much time cleaning that it's really quite annoy-

Husband: *clears throat, rustles newspaper, looks meaningfully at the sparkling crystal bottle that the liquor is stored in*

Me: Yes darling. Come kitty, we'll get you your Fancy Feast after I make your master a drink. I cleaned your crystal bowl out for this special day: my wedding anniversary. You must remember the wedding?

Cat: *looking balefully out of perfect green eyes* Mrow.

Me: Yes darling. *pours drink, hands off to husband, opens a can of Fancy Feast chosen from the neat stacks of tins in the cupboard* Here you go kitty. *walks into kitchen* Husband dear, dinner's ready. I made it just the way you like it. The children have already eaten; we'll have this special dinner I prepared for hours all by ourselves.

Husband: Frankly my dear, I'd rather eat Fancy Feast with the cat.

Me: Suit yourself. *Takes a tin of FF, rips open Husband's mouth, and shoves it deep down his throat until the screams become gargles of blood and finally fall silent* Come kitty. You can eat in the dining room with me. *picks up cat and crystal bowl of FF and walks into the next room*.

The end.

whatevah.

*sigh*

I hate that I'm still not over it and that you hate me.

Maternity Shoot Strikes Again.

I hope I'm this cool when I'm pregnant.

Maternity Shoot

Taking pictures of Julia made me wish I was pregnant.

Is that weird?

and now we come to the close.

What else is there to say? When the opportunity was there, it was allowed to pass. I guess I should be used to associating this nausea with the memories. Whatever happens...

Gavin :)

Walking around fair tonight with my little brother was the best thing. A girl his age asked if I was his sister and after saying yes, I told him that he should introduce me to his friends as his girlfriend. After telling me that was really weird, he said "Hi. This is my girlfriend Kira. She's the prettiest girl here, isn't she?" It made me feel so much better about the universe.