before the age of thirty &or kids/marriage i have two things to accomplish.
1: go to every state in the continental USA.
and while in those states my 2nd one comes in to play.
2: go to every Hard Rock Cafe in the USA & get the guitar/bottle opener magnet & pin set. magnet for my mom pins for me.
i shall do this. mhmm.
i hate feeling so helpless with no vehicle. all i want is my truck back but it seems everything is preventing me from ever getting it back. I’ve put almost a grand into getting it back & haven’t seen anything.
i want to scream.
its been a year and almost three months.
this.
is.
getting.
old.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep, and there are no words for that.
dear biological clock:
stop ticking so loudly in my head.
dear motherly instincts:
stop screaming for a child.
cause i have yet to find a guy that is decent enough to be my love and the father to my child.
i have found a decent father but idk about the whole ‘stay with the mother’ deal.
not too keen on the single mother thing. a child needs it’s father.
but i do know that IF a child decides to invade my uterus and form… and the child’s father isn’t around much… they will have the best farther figure there is.. their g-dad..