Brine

I know millions of little fun facts about animals.  Just recently I realized that I could say something interesting about pretty much any animal’s genitals.  Does that make me educated, or a pervert?  Maybe just bizarre.

His sister’s baby shower was on Sunday, and I nearly drowned in pink tissue paper.  His ex (The one that was just before me, two years ago) was there, and I took quiet relish in the fact that she looked like she was made out of tapioca pudding.

I eagerly await baby.  Maybe occasional babysitting will quench my recent baby-thirst.  Mmm…delicious youth…

I have seahorse babies, but you can’t really cuddle them.  The best I can do is stare stare stare for hours.

I have a media addiction.  I like to read with the TV on, and listen to music while on the computer.  Silence is a bother unless I’m watching underwater life.  I even take my mp3 player to work daily.  Maybe it helps me feel like I’m not alone.  Maybe it helps keep my brain busy and distracted from worrysome thoughts.

IUD in a few weeks.  Neutral about it, maybe because I’m now realizing no babies of my own for a few years.

Honestly, it’s a good thing.  But still.