babybeezer

Hmmmm, the end of one thing and the start of another. I fucking hate transitions.

All I want is another bagel and cream cheese, but this little Beezer is feeling like a big ol' hunk o chunk, so I think I'll skip it.

Last night at a party I wore 5'' stilettoes and aerated the lawn. It's pretty hard to balance when you're a few beers deep and your heels are immovable and stuck in the muck. But I did it. And I got lots of compliments on the shoes, so, all in a day's work.

Now there's a cute boy asleep in my bed, but I'm too antsy to snuggle. Things are running around inside my veins. I'm not sure what to do with myself.

And you know what? There are babies everywhere. Seriously, EVERYWHERE.