i am seriously overwhelmed with writer's block tonight. also, kind of worried that if i do write anything it's gonna come out sounding pathetic and whiny. it's just been one of those sucky kinds of weeks. it's just really frustrating to feel so uncomfortable in your own skin and to be so tired and busy and mentally stretched that you feel like you don't even know where to start in getting that chick that you think of as your "self" back. whatever that means. and maybe she's not that great anyway?
i need to dig myself out of this stupid ass mood and i know it. it's pathetic and it bugs me. i know it has to do with my birthday being this week. and i really don't care about age or anything like that. not at all. but the occasion can't help but force you to take a look at yourself and take inventory. who am i? what have i done with my life? do i like myself? am i happy with this, that, and the other about myself?
sorry for the womp womp session. ::redirect:: hey look, we went on a nature walk today and it was so gorgeous out. Otto poked around with a stick in like fifteen different kinds of native animal poop and then gathered loose goose feathers and wouldn't stop swiping them across his face. it was pretty skeevy. little boys are fleabags.
