k, so that stupid secret that I am too depressed to share, well mind you everyone who knows is screaming it to every fucking person they know, is really all that important I guess. I suppose I am so depressed because that photo set I never found the time for won't be happening for quite awhile. And I need to live now, I'll die tomorrow. Must live now!!! The joy and pain of being a procrastinator.
So, that pukey problem I have, figured that out, after a fight with my doctor. She tried to convince me that I am some kinda hypochondriac. So I spent ten dollars and two minutes to find out I was pregnant. I went to her about this for like two months, she wouldn't give me a pregnancy test.
BUT now I don't feel like such a dork for puking my guts up the last time I was tattoo'd. That just makes me sad too, I have a half finished tattoo for at least a year. And I don't feel so bad that most of my lovely new clothes are too small. Also all the morning sickness for the last four months has caused me to lose all that marriage weight. Chubby is cute and all, but I am just way too short to be chubby. I was starting to look like um an ompa loompa.
Otherwise this whole pregnancy thing is just way to oogie for me. But maybe I can raise my baby to be my personal assassin, and call him Bezelbub Duetronomy. Cause who wouldn't love that name.
I am very bored, but not quite so depressed at the moment. I wish I had my own garden so I could bury my self in the soil and pretend that I am seed. And hide myself in the deep, dark, moist soil. With all the roots of the flowers and weeds wrapping themselves around me.
Or I could buy some new shoes.