Go 'way, don't come 'round here no more.
Starting to pluck out grays.. this is not going to end well… may have to Travolta my sitch soon.
Bra strap is extremely constricting…perhaps I should wear another one round my waist.. might provide much needed reminder.
Things are shifting in the force… stoner child is building a website on LGBT rights in Egypt... while helper child is becoming more and more surly… might be entering a new SIP retrograde.
Desperately need a bikini wax… what’s the fine print on donating to locks of love.
No dry humping me is not forplay… what about mopping the floors, emptying the dishwasher and listening until I get to the end of the sentence?
Burned my tongue on shoveling pot stickers into my pie hole.. absolutely justified now to have ice-cream for lunch dessert.
Helper child ordered Jamba Juice smoothies around whatever-the-fuck-time-it-was... slurped my peach passion down a third and then filled it back up with rum... highly recommend.
Literally scheduling tailgating pre-game zooms now before happy hour zooms... spending about half my day, each day, with a drink in hand.
Might be starting to judge myself for my ever increasing alcohol consumption.
Yeah.. fuck that shit…