What are tempting are pigs. But I want a little tiny pig, like under 40 lbs. One that I can dress in a tutu. Also, I want a place to live and to lose more weight. And to stop being gray. And for Grace to be decannulated and speaking. And for Noah to stop peeing on himself.
What I really need is the Calming Manatees.
I want Laverne and Shirley! Except not really.... Except I really do.
I am so exhausted. I think it's because I didn't fall asleep again after Isaac woke me around 5am.
I think I have been clear in my want of a tiny pig.
I would also like to lose weight.
Calming Manatees! I love that site. A lot.
Holy crap. A short text post I made on Tumblr now has over 1,100 notes. Lots of other people are frustrated with faux pockets on women's clothing, who knew?
I hope things get easier for you, Kat.
Lots of other people are frustrated with faux pockets on women's clothing, who knew?
I am immensely frustrated by faux pockets. They're almost worse than just not having any hint of pockets at all. It's a tease. "There could have been a pocket here! Fuck you! Try to put your hands in these pockets! Whoops, you can't! Fuck you, lady! You don't get pockets!"
I am immensely frustrated by faux pockets.
I was surprised (and thrilled) when my polka-dotted eShakti dress turned out to have real onseam pockets. A good depth, too, not shallow and useless.
I am immensely frustrated by faux pockets. They're almost worse than just not having any hint of pockets at all. It's a tease. "There could have been a pocket here! Fuck you! Try to put your hands in these pockets! Whoops, you can't! Fuck you, lady! You don't get pockets!"
This just made me LOL. Literally.